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Green Paftures 

Being Choice Extrafts from 

the Works of Robert Greene, 

M.A., of both Univerfities 

i56o(?)-i592. Madeby 

Alexander B. 

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LONDON 

ELLIOT STOCK, 62, Paternoster Row 

1894 



INTRODUCTION. 

FnoAf an Author fo volu?ninous that his 
collective * Life and Works ' extend to no 

fewer than fifteen confiderable volumes {in 
the * Huth Library '), the difficulty has not 
been to find materials for a volume of our 
Elizabethan Library^ but what to fele^. 
For example^ it was very foon difcovered that 

fomeofhis mo ft charaSleriftic writings muft be 
left abfolutely untouched^ inafmuch as any oney 
^•i'i of the Coney-catching Series , or of the 
Autobiographical Series, would alone over- 

fiow into two or morefuch volumes, fo matter- 

fulare they, andfo itnpofftble is it to reprefent 
their higheft qualities by brief extracts. 
In reluSlantly but inevitably leaving thefe 
afide, I venture to fay that no books contain 
more vivid word-pi5lures of Englift^ low- 
life in the reign of Elizabeth than do thefe. 
They are bitten in with marvellous Dutch- 



vi IniroduHion. 



like minutcnefs of touch. As for his perfonnl 
narratives of penitence and confejfton^ I for 
one do not envy the man who can read them 
with unwet eyes. There is a burning truth, 
a pathetic integrity, a weird power about 
them that neighbour thefe fadly little known 
books with De Quincey^s * Confejftons^ and 
reduce to commonplace thoje of RouJJeau. 
The letters and appeals to his wife and evil 
affociates thrill to-day the mojl fjh- blooded 
reader. Only fuch a ghoul as Gabriel 
Harvey could doubt their ftncerity. I 
indulge the hope that fome readers of thefe 
words of mine, and of this booklet, will be 
Jiirred to feek accefs to the following {their 
title-pages fummarily given): 

I. Coney-catching Series. 

{a) A notable Difcovery of coofnage now 
daily pra^ifed by fun dry lewd perfons called 
Connie-catchers and Croffe-biters . . . 1 59 1. 

{b) The fccond parte . . . 1 59 1. 

(r) The thirde parte . . . with the new 
devifed knavijh art of Foole-taking . . , 
1592. 



Introdu5lion. vii 



{d) A Difputation between a Hee Conny- 
Catcher and a Shee Conny-Catcher . . . 
1592. 

{e) Th Black Bookes Mejfenger, laying 
open the Life and Death of Ned Browne, 
one of the moji notable Cutpurfes, Cr off- 
biters and Conny-catchers that ever lived 
in England ... 1592. Then ?nujl be read 
{Works, vol. xi., pp. 39-104) the attack on 
above books. 

(f) The Defence of Conny-catching, or 
a Confutation ofthofe two injurious Pamph- 
lets, publijhed by R. G., againji the prac- 
tioners of many nimble-witted and myjiical 
Sciences . . . 1592. 

2. Autobiographical Series. 

(g) Greenes Groat' s-worth of Wit, bought 
with a Million of Repentance . . . 1592. 

(h) The Repentance of Robert Greene, 
Majier of Artes . . . 1592. 

(/) Greene's Vifon, written at the infant 
of his death . . . 1592. 

To thefe mujl be added his numerous 



viii Introdu^ion. 



EpiftUs' dedicatory and prefatory. They 
have all perfonal alluftons of the mojl in- 
ter efling fort. Jfjould gladly have brought 
them together. I have been compelled to 
limit myl'elfto aftnglc example — the Epiftle- 
dedicatory to * Perimides the Blackfmith.^ 
There is exceptional gracioufness and dainti- 
nefs of phrafing in all his Epijiles. 

After exclufion [fpeaking broadly) of the 
whole of thefe, there remain materials for at 
leajl five feparate volumes equal to the 
prefcnt. 

{a) Apophthegms and Apt Sayings, 
many of them long paffed into proverbs , 
albeit certain were probably contemporary 
proverbs that were worked into the fever al 
books. Our few ^ handfuls of purpofe^ 
will demonfrate how full a harveft might 
have been reaped in this field. 

{b) The Plays. Eheul eheul We 
have the mere '-fiotfam and jet [am * of his 
prolific pen ^for the theatre^ But in the 
two volumes of his Works {xiii. and xiv.) 
his four furviving Plays abound in * brave 



Introduction. 



IX 



tranjiutiary things.* We have Jiriven to 
prefent typical fpecimens. It was our good 
fortune to be the firji to reclaim the ex- 
tremely remarkable play of ' Selimus ' for 
Greene. 

{c) Manners, customs, ta^hio-h^ games 
and fports, fuperfitions, town and country 
ongoings, odd characters, feajis andfejiivals, 
etc., etc., find all but inexhaufiible i I lufi ra- 
tion in thefe pre-eminently manners -painting 
books. One wonders that fo full a quarry 
has been fo little worked. Compilers might 
have made their meagre pages rich fro?n 
almoft any one of the volumes enumerated. 
See vol. XV. of Works — Gloffarial Index 
— fpecial lifts, etc., etc.; alfo under ' A5lors 
and Players ' in the prefent volume, which, 
a la France, are to be read between the 
lines. 

Within our narrow limits we have {it is 
believed) furnijhed enough to make it clear 
that young Greene was no ?nerely grotefque 
rival to young William Shakefpeare. It 



Introduction. 



lies on the fur face that if only the * wrecked 
life ' had found a friend and helper in his 
(later) mighty contemporary^ that is if 
co-operation had been fought — not antagonifm 
— Englifh literature fhould have been the 
certain gainer. We are fo ufed to idolatrize 
Shakefpeare becaufe of his fimply incom- 
parable genius, that we fhirk inquiring 
into his relations with his pre cur for s and con- 
temporaries. I for one feel fatisfied that 
fuller knowledge of thefe would prove that 
for yearSy when feeling his way upward, 
Shakefpeare was a very buccaneer in ^ fpoil- 
ing the Egyptians^ or unmetaphorically in 
turning to his own account the MS. writ- 
ings of unfortunate contemporaries who 
were confi rained to write for the theatres. 
On thefe and cognate matters I mufi refer 
the reader to Profeffor Storojenko's * Life ' 
of Greene, with our annotations, which 
form vol. i. of the Works. 

I would fpecially com?nend the V Allegro 
and Penferofo-like burfis of mufical fong 
that will be found in this volume. The 



Introdu^ion. 



{fo-called) Pajiorals have exquijite touches 
and Jinejl-wrought rhyme and rhythm. 
The Love-Jongs are tender and pajjjonate. 
The ' comic vein ' is genuine. His patriotic 
Jlanding-up for the * common people^ {'^-S'^ ^^ 
' The Pinner of Wakefield') is hifiorically 
?nofi noticeable. Altogether I /hall be dif- 
appointed if our * Green Pajiures ' — the 
pun being permij/ible, as was Spurgeon's 
' Stones from Ancient Brooks * ( = Thomas 
Brooks, the Purita?i)—be not welcomed as 
a pleafant furprife to be placed befide our 
' Bower of Delight'' of "Nicolas Breton. 
/ clo/e with a quotation fro?n myfelf — 
' / rnufi take this frejh opportunity of re- 
calling that as the converfe of Herrick's 
famous (or infamous) pleading, that if his 
verfe were impure, his life was chafte, 
Greene's writings are exceptionally clean. 
Nor mujl he be refufed the benefit of this 
in any judicial eftifnate of him. It is equally 
harjh and uncritical to fay that this confeffedly 
difo lute-living man wrote purely becaufe it 
paid him to do fo. It did no fuch thing. 



xii IntroduElion. 



It would have paid, and did pay, to write 
impurely, and as minijlering to the unchajie 
appetite of readers for garbage. To kis 
undying honour, Robert Greene, — equally 
with James Thomson, — left fcarce a li?ie 
that dying he need have wijhed " to blot." 
I can't under f and the nature of anyone who 
can think hardly of Greene in the light of 
his ultimate penitence and ahfolute confef[ion. 
It is (if the comparijon be not over-hold) as 
though one had taunted David with his fn 
after the 5 \Ji P/alm ' {Editors Introdu^ion 
to Life : Works, i., pp. xix-xx). 

A. B. G. 








CONTENTS. 






PAGE 




Abatements 


I 




Abominable, Ahhominabk . 


2 




ASfors and A Sting . 


3 




Englijh Player 


7 




Good Advices 


9 




To Young Men 


10 




Unvenerable Old Age 


12 




Apophthegms and Apt Sayings 


13 




Alliteration 


24 




A Noble Head — Friar Bacon 


25 




Friar Bacon 


26 




Beauty — a Song 


27 




Bohemia — S hake/pear e Illujiration . 


28 




Chajlity — an Ode . 


28 




Comedy 


30 




A Contented Mind . 


45 





xiv 


Contents, 




PAGE 




Content . 


. 46 




j4 Country Beauty , 


47 




Cradle Song 


50 




Cupid 


. 51 




The Eagle and the Fly 


. S2 




An Epijlle Dedicatory 


54 




Fancy 


56 




Old Englijh Flozuers 


. 58 




The Englijh Fop and Florentim 






Contemporaries 


60 




Idlenefs . 


62 




Jealoufy . 


. 62 




Kings 


63 




Soliloquy of Selimus — Ufurper ana 






Tyrant 


65 




Jonah's Appeal to London and Englana 


^ 73 




Dijpraife of Love , 


75 




Love ( = Cupid as a Child) . 


76 




Love's Treachery . 


77 




Doron's Defer iption of Samel a 


79 




N'oferez vous, mon bel Ami ? 


80 




Eurymachus' Fancy in the Prime oj 


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his Affeaion . 


83 



Contents. 



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Love 

Fajftonate Lovers . 

Eur^machus in Praife of Mirimida 

Love—lVhat ? 

Gentle Courtjhips RejeSled . 

George a Greene and Beatrice ( Bettri. 

Love-Supplanter 

Love no Mortal Pajjton 

Silvejiro^s Ladylove 

Menalcas — The Prodigal's Return 

Miferrifnus 

Palmer's Ode 

Another of the Sa?ne 

The Penitent Palmer's Ode 

Pajioral . 

Pajloral . 

Phillis and Coridon 

Pajioral . 

Pajloral . 

Pajloral . 

Pajloral . 

IJabeWs Ode 

Pajioral , 



89 
90 

91 
94 
96 

97 
98 

lOI 

102 
103 
109 

112 
114 
116 
119 
123 

125 
129 

132 

133 

136 

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Contents. 




PAGE 




PaJIoral . 


. 140 




Perfeverance Wins . 


. 141 




Word-Portraits 


• H2 




Potatoes 


. 148 




Time 


. 148 




The Tongue 


149 




Travels 


. 152 




Ufury 


. 153 




Vengeance Implored 


154 




Venus and Adonis . 


155 




Adonis Reproved 


157 




Venus ViSlrix 


159 




Woman .... 


161 




The Yeoman and Peafantry of Ola 


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England 


:64 




Youth Degenerate . 


,70 




Woman's Eyes . 


170 




The Dead Wife foon Forgotten 


172 

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ABATEMENTS. 

The ftlfFcft metal yieldeth to the ftamp, 
the ftrongell: oak to the carpenter's axe, 
the hard flcel to the file, and the ftouteft 
heart doth bow when Nature bids him 
bend. . . . There is no adamant fuch 
which the blood of a goat cannot make 
foft, no tree fo found which the fcarab 
fly will not pierce, no iron fo hard which 
ruft will not fret, no mortal thing fo 
fure which Time will not confume, nor 
no man fo valiant which cometh not 
without excufe when Death doth call. 
The phcenix hath black pens as well as 
gliftcring feathers, the purell wine hath 
his lees, the luckiell year hath his cani- 
cular days. Venus had a mole in her 
face, and Adonis a fear upon his chin. 
There was fometimcs thunder heard in 
the Temple of Peace, and Fortune is 
never fo favourable but ihe is as fickle : 



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her profpcrity is ever fauced with the 
four drops of advcrfity, being conftant 
in nothing but in inconftancy. Scipio 
efcapcd many foreign broils, but, re- 
turning home in triumph, was flain with 
a tile. Caefar conquered the whole 
world, yet was cowardly flain in the 
Senate. So Bonfadio. . . . (Morando : 
the ' Tritamcron of Love ' [1517], iii., 
pp. 51, 52.) 

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ABOMINABLE, ABHOMIN- 
ABLE. 

The defire of his fond afFeftion fo 
blinded his underftanding that he paufed 
not to pervert both human and Divine 
laws for the accomplifliment thereof: 
no rules of rcafon, no fear of laws, no 
pricks of confcience, no refpeft of 
honefly, no regard of God or man, could 
prohibit him from his peftiferous pur- 
pofe : for if laws had been of force, 
he knew his deed was contrary to all 
laws, in violating his facred oath ; of 
confcience, he knew it terrible ; of 
honefly, he knew it moft wicked ; of 



Abominable^ Abhoyninable. 



God or man, he knew it abominable in 
the fight of both ('Mamillia' [1583], 
ii., p. 118). [Narcs annotates on this 
word : * A pedantic affcdation of more 
correal fpeaking, founded upon a falfe 
notion of the etymology ; fuppofmg it 
to be from ab hom'me inllead of abom'mor^ 
which is the true derivative. Shake- 
fpeare has ridiculed this affedlation in 
the charafter of the pedant Holoferncs : 
" They are abhominable, which he [Don 
Armado] would call abominable " 
("Love's Labour's Loft," v., i). But it 
was not necelTarily pedantic fo to fpell. 
As fimple matter of fail, the word 
carried in it for long meanings corre- 
fpondent with the double derivation. — 
G.] 

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ACTORS AND ACTING.'' 

So highly were Comedies efteemed in 
thofe days [of Terence and Plautus in 
Rome], that men of great honour and 
grave account were the adlors, the 
Senate and the confuls continually pre- 
fent as auditors at all fuch fports, 
* See Introduction. 



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Green Pastures. 



rewarding the author with rich rewards, 
according to the excellency of the 
Comedy. Thus continued this faculty 
famous, till covetoufnefs crept into the 
quality, and that mean men, greedy of 
gains, did fall to pradife the afting of 
fuch plays, and in the theatre prefcnted 
their Comedies, but to fuch only as re- 
warded them well for their pains. When 
thus Comedians grew to be mercenaries, 
then men of accompt left to praftife 
fuch paftimes, and difdaincd to have 
their honours blcmifhcd with the ftain 
of fuch bafe and vile gains : infomuch 
that both Comedies and Tragedies grew 
to lefs accompt in Rome, in that the 
free fight of fuch fports was taken away 
by covetous dcfires ; yet the people (who 
arc delighted with fuch novelties and 
paftimcs) made great refort, paid largely 
and highly applauded their doings, in- 
fomuch that the A6lors, by continual 
ufe, grew not only excellent but rich 
and infolent. Amongft whom in the 
days of Tully one Rofcius grew to be of 
fuch cxquifite perfe6lion in his faculty, 
that he offered to contend with the 
orators of that time in gefture, as they 
did in eloquence ; boafting that he could 



Actors and Acting. 



cxprcfs a paflion in as many fundry 
adllons as Tully could difcourfc it in 
variety of phrafes : yea, fo proud he 
grew by the daily applaufe of people, 
that he looked for honour and reverence 
to be done him in the ftreets : which 
felf-conceit when Tully entered into 
with a piercing infight, he quipped at in 
this manner. 

It chanced that Rofcius and he met 
at a dinner, both guefls unto Archias 
the poet, where the proud Comedian 
dared to make comparifon with Tully ; 
which infolency made the learned orator 
to grow into thefe terms : 'Why, Rofcius, 
art thou proud with ^fop's crow, being 
pranked with the glory of other's 
feathers ? Of thyfelf thou canft fay noth- 
ing, and if the cobler hath taught thee 
to say Ave C^far, difdain not thy tutor 
becaufe thou prateft in a king's chamber. 
What fentence thou uttereft on the 
llage, flows from the cenfure of our 
wits, and what fentence or conceit of 
the invention the people applaud for 
excellent, that comes from the fccrets 
of our knowledge. I grant your action, 
though it be a kind of mechanical 
labour, yet well done 'tis worthy of 



Green Pastures. 



praifc ; but you worthlcfs, if for fo 
fmall a toy you wax proud.* 

At this Rofcius waxed red and be- 
wrayed his imperfcftion with filence ; 
but this check of Tully could not keep 
others from the blemifh of that fault, 
for it grew to a general vice amongft 
the Adors, to cxccll in pride as they 
did exceed in excellence, and to brave it 
in the Greets as they brag it on the ftagc : 
fo that they revelled it in Rome in fuch 
coftly robes, that they feemed rather 
men of great patrimony than fuch as 
lived by the favour of the people. 
Which Publius Scrvilius very well 
noted ; for he, being the fon of a 
fcnator and a man very valiant, met on 
a day with a player in the ftrccts richly 
apparelled, who fo far forgat himfelf 
that he took the wall of the young 
nobleman ; which Scrvilius taking in 
difdain, countcrchecked with this frump: 
* My friend (quoth he), be not fo brag of 
thy filkcn robes, for I faw them but 
ycftcrday make a great fhow in a broker's 
(hop.* At this the one was afliamcd and 
the other fmiled, and they which heard 
the quip laughed at the folly of the one 
and the wit of the other. Thus, fir, 



English Player. 



have you heard my opinion briefly of 
plays, that Mcnander dcvifed them for 
the fupprefling of vanities : nccefl'ary in 
a Commonwealth, as long as they are 
ufed in their right kind ; the play- 
makers worthy of honour for their art, 
and players, men deferving both praifc 
and profit as long as they wax neither 
covetous nor infolent. (* Never too Late ' 
[1590], viii., pp. 131-133-) 

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ENGLISH PLATER. 

Roberto [ = Robert Greene] wonder- 
ing to hear fuch good words, for that 
this golden age affords few that efteem 
of virtue ; returned him thankful gratu- 
lations, and (urged by neceflity) uttered 
his prefentfgrief, befeeching his advice 
how he might be employed. Why, 
eafily, quoth he, and greatly to your 
benefit ; for men of my profeffion get 
by fcholars their whole living. What 
is your profeflion? faid Roberto. Truly, 
fir, faid he, I am a Player. A player, 
quoth Roberto, I took you rather for a 
gentleman of great living, for if by out- 
ward habit men fliould be cenfured 



Green Pastures. 



[ = judged], I tell you, you would be 
taken for a fubftantial man. So am I 
where I dwell (quoth the Player), re- 
puted able at my proper coft to build a 
windmill. What though the world once 
went hard with me, when I was fain 
to carry my playing fardlc [ = bundle] 
a-footback. Temper a mutantur, I know 
you know the meaning of it better than 
I, but I thus conflrue it. It is other- 
wife now ; for my very fliare in playing 
apparcll will not be fold for two hundred 
pounds. Truly, faid Roberto, it is 
llrange, that you fhould fo profper in 
that vain pradice, for that it fecms to 
me your voice is nothing gracious. 
Nay, then, faid the Player, I miflike 
your judgment : why, I am as famous 
for Dclphrigus and the king of Fairies 
as ever was any of my time. The 
twelve labours of Hercules have I 
terribly thundered on the ftage and 
placed three fcenes of the devil on the 
highway to heaven. Have ye fo ? (faid 
Roberto), then I pray you pardon 
me. Nay, more (quoth the Player), I 
can ferve to make a pretty fpeech, for l 
was a country Author, paiting at a moral, 
for it was I that penned the moral of 



Good Advices, 



man's wit, the Dialogue of Dives, and 
for fcven years' fpace was abfolutc 
interpreter of the puppets. But now 
my almanac is out of date. 

The people make no estimation 
Of Morals teaching education. 

Was not this pretty for a plain rhyme 
extempore ? If ye will ye fhall have 
more. (' Groat's-worth of Wit' [1592], 
xii., pp. 130-132.) 



GOOD JDFICES. 

The Farewell of a Friend. 

1. Let God's worfhip be thy morn- 
ing's work, and His wifdom the direftion 
of thy day's labour. 

2. Rife not without thanks, nor^fleep 
not without repentance. 

3. Choofe but a few friends, and try 
thofe ; for the flatterer fpeaks faireft. 

4. If thy wife be wife, make her thy 
fecretary, elfe lock thy thoughts in thy 
heart, for women are feldom filcnt. 

5. If (he be fair, be not jealous ; for 
fufpicion cures not women's follies. 



lo Green Pastures, 



6. U flic be wife wrong her not : for 
if thou loveft others flic will loath thee. 

7. Let thy children's nurture be their 
richcft portion ; for wifdom is more 
precious than wealth. 

8. Be not proud amongft thy poor 
neighbours : for a poor man's hate is 
perilous. 

9. Nor too familiar with great men ; 
for prcfumption wins difdain. 

10. Neither be too prodigal in thy 
fare, nor die not indebted to thy belly, 
but enough is a fcafl:. 

11. Be not envious, lefl: thou fall in 
thine own thoughts. 

12. Ufe patience, mirth and quiet; 
for care is enemy to health. 

('Never too Late' [1590], viii., 
pp. 168, 169.) 



TO rOUNG MEN. 

A young man led on by felf-will 
(having the reins of liberty in his own 
hand) forfeeth not the ruth of folly, but 
aimcth at prcfcnt pleafurcs : for he gives 
himfclf up to delight, and thinketh 
everything good, honeft, lawful, and 



'To Young Men. 



virtuous, that fitteth for the content of 
his lafcivious humour. He forfceth 
not that fuch as climb haftily fall fud- 
denly ; that bees have ftings as well as 
honey ; that vices have ill ends as well 
as fweet beginnings. And whereof 
grows this hecdlefs life, but of felf- 
conceit, thinking the good counfel of 
age is dotage ; that the advice of friends 
proceeds of envy, and not of love ; that 
when their fathers correal them for 
their faults, they hate them : whereas 
when the black ox hath trod on their 
feet and the crow's foot is feen in their 
eyes, then, touched with the feeling of 
their own folly, they figh out, * Had I 
will !' when repentance cometh too late. 
Or like as wax is ready to receive every 
new form that is ftamped into it, fo is 
youth apt to admit of every vice that is 
objefled unto it, and in young years 
wanton defires is chiefly predominate, 
efpecially the two ringleaders of all 
other mifchiefs, namely, pride and 
whoredom. Thefe are the Syrens that 
with their enchanting melodies draw 
hem on to utter confufion. . . . [There- 
ore bethink. . . .] (* Repentance ' 
1592], xii., pp. 157, 158.) 



Green Pastures. 



UNrENERJBLE OLD AGE. 

Thcfc two patterns of unrightcouf- 
ncfs and mirrors of mifchicf, had under 
the pens of a dove covered the heart oi 
a kite, under their fheeps' (kins hidden 
the bloody nature of a wolf; thinking 
under the fliadow of their grey hairs to 
cover the fubftance of their treacherous 
minds ; in a painted fheath to hide a 
rufty blade ; in a filver bell a leaden 
clapper, and in their aged complexion 
moll youthful concupifcence, hoping 
their hoary hairs would keep them 
without blame and their grey heads 
without fufpicion. Indeed, age is a 
crown of glory when it is adorned with 
righteoufnefs, but the dregs of diflionour 
when it is mingled with mifchief. For 
honourable age confifteth not in the 
term of years, nor is not meafured by 
the date of a man's days, but godly 
wifdom is the grey hair and an un- 
dcfiled life is old age. The herb 
Grace, the older it is the ranker fmell 
it hath, the Sea-ftar is moil: black being 
old, the older the eagle is the more 
crooked is her bill, and the more age 



apophthegms and Apt Sayings. 

in wicked men the more unrighteous. 
('Mirror of Modeily' [1584], iii., pp. 
.1. IZ.) 

APOPHTHEGMS AND AP'i 
SAYINGS. 

It is vain to water the plant when 
the root is dead. (' Morando,' iii., p. 

54-) 

I count liking without law no love 

but luft. {Ibid., p. 59.) 

It is hard ... to hide Vulcan's polt 
foot with pulling on a ftraight flioc. 
{Ibid., p. 60.) 

He who yieldcth himfelf as a flave to 
love bindeth himfelf in fetters of gold, 
and if his fuit have good fuccefs, yet he 
leadeth his life in gliftering mifery. 
{Ibid., p. 86.) 

A word miftaken is half a challenge. 
{Ibid., p. 127.) 

When the boar layeth down his 
briftles then he meaneth to Ilrike. 
('Anatomy of Fortune,' iii., p. 183.) 

The Painter cafteth his fairell colour 
over the fouleft board. {Ibid.) 

Fortune, yea, fortune, in favouring 



14 Green Pastures. 



mc hath made mc moft infortunate. 
{Ibid., p. 184.) 

The lapwing [ = peewit] cries fartheft 
off from her neft. (* Tritameron,' iii., 
p. 78.) [Cf. ' Meafurc for Meafure/ 
I., iv., 32 ; * Comedy of Errors/ IV., ii., 

27.-G.] 

[Follow] the example of the in- 
duilrious and painful [ = painftaking] 
bee, which draweth honey out of flowers 
and hurteth not the fruit. {Ibid.,^. I 53-) 
[So George Herbert finely : 

' Rain, do not hurt my flowers, but gently 

spend 
Your honey-drops ; press not to smell them, 
bee.'— G.] 

Rather love by ear than like by the 
eye. (' Mirror,' iii., p. 10.) 

A fure truth . . . needs no fubtle 
glofs. {Ibid., p. 60.) 

['Tis] to pull on Hercules' hofe on a 
child's foot. {Ibid., p. 68.) 

*Tis an ill flaw [ = ftorm-wind] that 
bringeth up no wreck . . . and a bad 
wind that breedeth no man's profit. 
{Ibid.,^p. 84.) 

I think of lovers as Diogenes did of 
dancers, who, being afked how he liked 



Apophthegms and Apt Sayings. 

them, anfwered, The better the worfe. 
{Uid., p. 88.) [So Dr. Johnfon of an 
intricate and difficult mufical compofi- 
tion, *I wifh it had been fo difficult as 
to be impoffible.' — G.] 

Finding, with Scipio, that he was 
never lefs alone than when he was 
alone. {Hid., p. 114.) [Made im- 
mortal by Ckilde Harold. — G.] 

Wilt thou Ihrink for an April fhower ? 
[Ibid., p. 214.) 

That which is eafily begun is not 
always lightly ended. (' Debate,' iv., 
p. 198.) 

Stars are to be looked at with the 
eye, not reached at with the hand. 
('Doraftus,' iv., p. 285.) 

My white hairs are bloflbms for the 
grave. {Ibid., p. 271.) [Percy, in his 
*Reliques' (ii., 1 77, ed. 181 2), quotes 
the following as part of an old fong on 
the ftory of the Beggar of Bethnal 
Green : 

' The reverend lockes in comelye curies did 

wave, 
And on his aged temples grewe the blossoms 
of the grave.' 

Qy. the * old faying ' by Greene } — G.] 



c 2 



1 6 Green Pastures. 



The four bud will never be the fwcet 
bloflbm. (* Card,' iv., p. 15.) 

She that is won with a word will be 
loll with a wind. (/^/V., p. 56.) 

Make a virtue of ncccflity. {Ibid.j 

P- ^°-) . . . , . 

Too much familiarity breeds con- 
tempt, i^lhid., p. 102.) 

I dare not infer comparifons becaufe 
they be odious. {Ibid., p. 149.) 

Adultery fhall fly in the air, and thy 
known virtues (hall lie hid in the earth. 
(' Doraftus,' iv., p. 250.) [Ennobled by 
Shakcfpcare into : 

' The evil that men do lives after them, 
The good is oft interred with their bones.' 

('Julius Ccei^ar,' II., x., 2.) — G.] 

They went like fhadows, not men. 
{Ibid.^ p. 262.) 

Falls come not by fitting low, but by 
climbing too high. {Ihid., p. 285.) 

A woman's fault, to fpurn at that with 
her foot which flie greedily catcheth at 
with her hand. (Ibid., p. 285.) 

Ncccflity hath no law. {Ibid., p. 

294O 

Like the porcupine, who, coveting 
to ftrike others with her pens, leaveth 



Apophthegms and Apt Sayings. 1 7 



herfelf void of any defence. (' Plancto- 
machia,' v., p. 97.) [Even Shakcfpcare 
believed in the * pen-propelling porcu- 
pine/ e.g., 'Henry VI.,' III., i., 363 ; 
' Troilus,' II., i., 27.— G.] 

Is thy fancy fo fickle as every face 
muft be viewed with affeftion } Fond 
man, think this, that the poor man 
makcth as great account of his wife as 
the grcateft monarch in the world doth 
of an emprefs ; that honefty harbours as 
foon in a cottage as in the Court. 
(* Penelope's Web,' v., p. 205.) 

For all the crack my penny may be 
good filver. {I hid., p. 233.) 

Fair promifes and fmall performance. 
(' Planetomachia,' v., p. 43.) 

More foon come than welcome. 
{Uid., p. 77.) 

Cats' half-waking winks are but trains 
[ = fnares] to entrap the moufe. (^Ibid., 
p. 8+.) 

Better to trufl: an open enemy than a 
reconciled friend. (Ibid., p. 90.) 

The longeft fummer's day hath his 
evening. [Ibid., p. 129.) 

Nothing is evil that is neccflary. 
('Penelope's Web,' v., p. 178.) [ = all 
that is is right. — G.] 



1 8 Green Pastures, 

My profcflion is your trade. (' Mena- 
phon,' vi., p. 120.) 

How happy arc wc that cat to live 
and live not to cat. (* Perimcdcs,' vii., 

p. 21.) 

The fox had his fkin pulled over his 
cars for prying into the lion's den : poor 
men fliould look no higher than their 
feet, lell in ftaring at liars they Humble. 
{^Ibid.y p. 2 2.) 

Venus, I grant, hath a wrinkle in her 
brow, but two dimples in her cheeks. 
i^Uid., p. 69.) 

Words have wings, and once let flip 
can never be recalled. (' Royal Ex- 
change,' vii., p. 232.) 

Poorly content is better than richly 
covetous. (* Perimedes,' vii., p. 60.) 

A woman, and therefore to be won. 
{Ibid., p. 68.) 

Love beginncth in gold and endeth 
in beggary. (' Never too Late,' viii., 

p. 36.) 

Such as marry but to a fair face tie 
thcmfclves oft to a foul bargain. {Ibid.) 

Faircft blolToms are foonefl nipped 
with froft. {Ibid., p. 71.) 

A friend to [whom] to reveal is a 
medicine to relieve. {Ibid., p. 85.) 



Apophthegms and Apt Sayings. 

A woman's heart and her tongue arc 
not relatives. {Ibid.^ p. 90.) 

She found that all his corn was on 
the floor. {Ibid., p. 102.) 

To bed with the bee and up with the 
lark. {Ibid.^ p. 124.) 

The crow thinks her fowls the faircfl:. 
(Ibid., p. 186.) [A play on 'foul.'] 

In many words lieth miftruft, and in 
painted fpeech deceit is often covered. 
(* Metamorphofis,' ix., 73.) 

May not a woman look but Ihe muft 
love.? {Ibid., p. 83.) 

Making a woman's refiftance. {Ibid.^ 
p. 104.) 

Truft not him that fmiles. (' Mourn- 
ing Garment ' [i 590], ix., p. 138. [C/. 
* Hamlet,' i., 5 : ' Smile, and fmile, and 
be a villain.' — G.] 

Hunger needs no fauce and thirft 
turns water into wine. {Ibid., p. 145.) 

Ah, father, had I reverenced my God 
as I honoured mv goddefs ! {Ibid., p. 
207.)— G. [Cf. 'Henry VTH.,' iii., 2.] 

Parrots fpeak not what they think. 
(* Farewell,' p. 246.) 

Bring not contempt to fuch a royal 
dignity by too much familiarity. {Ibid., 
p. 258.) 



20 Green Pastures. 

The ploughman hath more cafe than 
a king. {Ibid., p. 277.) 

Wc have as much health with feeding 
on the brown loaf as a prince hath with 
all his delicates, and I fteal more fweet 
naps in the chimney corner in a week 
than God fave his majefty ! {Ibid.) 

You may fmell their pride by their 
perfumes. {Ibid.y p. 285.) 

Love filleth not the hand with pelf, 
but the eye with pleafure. {Ibid., p. 300.) 

It is not riches to have much, but to 
defire little. {Ibid., p. 309.) 

Drink me as dry as a fieve. ('Life and 
Death of Ned Browne,' xi., p. 30.) 

Envy creepeth not fo low as cottages. 
('Philomela,' xi., p. 176.) 

Acquaint not thyfelf with many, left 
thou fall into the hands of flatterers. 
{Ibid.) 

Courteous to all, but converfe with 
few. {Ibid.) 

Truth is the daughter of Time. 
{Ibid., p. 189.) 

Time hatcheth truth. {Ibid., p. 197.) 

The tailor fews with hot needle and 
burnt thread. {Ibid., p. 238.) 

Will is above Ikill. (' Orpharion,' xii., 
p. 5-) 



Apophthegms and Apt Sayings. 

Pierced by Achilles' lance muft be 
healed by his fpcar. {IbiJ.^ p. 9.) 

Buy fmoke with many perils and 
dangers. {Ibid., p. 10.) 

Reap many kifTes and little love. 
{Ibid., ^.17.) 

Ay, quench fire with flax. {Ibid., 

p. 39-) 

He never played in jefl. {Iltd., p. 

58.) 

King's words may not offend. {Ibid., 

p. 72.) 

Like the pace of a crab, backward. 
{Ibid., p. 75.) 

We are only overcome, not vanquiflied. 
{Ibid., p. 88.) 

Once get into the bone, it will ftep 
into the flefh. {' Repentance,' xii., p. 

I59-) 

Blamed, but never afhamed. (' Vifion,' 

xii., p. 248.) 

Afk counfel of your pillow. {Ibid,, 

p. 265.) 

The biggefl limbs have not the ftouteft 

hearts (1. 1091). 

Empty veffels have the loudeft founds, 

And cowards prattle more than men of 

worth (11. 1 1 01, 1 102). 

('The Pinner of Wakefield ' [1599].) 



22 Green Pastures, 



O, Sir, I love the fruit that tr eafon brings, 
But thofc that arc the traitors, them I 
hate. 

(* Sclinus,' 11. 1259, 1260.) 

' White-wing'd vidory fits on our fwords ' 

(1. 1585). 

* Call to compafs it 
Without delay, or long procraftination ; 
It argucth an unmatured wit 
When all is ready for fo flrong invafion 
To draw out time ; an unlook'd-for 

mutation 
May foon prevent us if we do delay : 
Quick fpeed is good, where wifdom 

leads the way. 

{Ibid., 11. 307-313-) 
But friends arc men, and love can baffle 

lords : 
The carl both woos and courts her for 

himfelf. 

(* Friar Bacon,' 11. 639, 640). 

Pity me, though I be a farmer's fon. 
And meafure not my riches, but my love. 
{Uid., 11. 764, 765.) 
Love's foolifh looks 
Think footftcps miles and minutes to be 
hours. 

{UU.,\\, 1 1 55, 1 1 56.) 



Apophthegms and Apt Sayings, 

Old folk are twice children. (' Mam- 
illia,' ii., p. 50.) [Robert Fcrguflbn, 
precurfor of Robert Burns, fclicitoufly 
puts it in his ' Farmer's Ingle * — proto- 
type of the ' Cottar's Saturday Night': 

' The mind's aye cradled when the grave is 
near.'— G.] 

They feek others where they have 
been hid themfelves. {Ibid., p. 16.) 

He that cannot diiTemble cannot live. 
(IHd., p. 19.) 

A young faint, an old devil. {Ibia., 
p. 25.) [A long-lived lie, flander and 
fneer combined. — G.] 

One forecaft is worth two after. 
{Ibid., p. 26.) 

Killed her with kindnefs. {Ibid.) 

Two might beft keep counfel where 
one was away. {Ibid., p. 30.) 

It is a foul bird that defiles its own 
neft. {Ibid., p. 31.) [But it is only 
its own neft that it can well defile. — G.J 

The beft clerks are not ever the wifeft 
men. {Ibid., p. 34.) 

The fox will eat no grapes. {Ibid., 
p. 52.) 

Love makes all men orators. {Ibid., 
p. 57.) 



24 



Green Pastures. 



One talc is always good until another 
is told. {Ibid., p. 222.) 

Pull hair from a bald man's head. 
{Uid., p. 225.) 

ALLITERATION, 

Reject not him To rigoroufly which 
refpedeth you fo reverently ; loath him 
not fo hatefully which loveth you fo 
heartily, nor repay not his dutiful amity 
with fuch deadly enmity. ('Card of 
Fancy' [1587]* iv., p. 113.) 

To hope ftill, I fee is but to heap 
woe upon wretchedness, and care upon 
calamity. Yet, madam, thus much I 
will fay, that Dido, Queen of Carthage, 
loved ^neas, a banifhed exile and a 
ftraggling flranger. Euphinia, daughter 
to the King of Corinth, and heir- 
apparent to his crown, who for her 
feature [ = perfon] was famous through- 
out all the Eaft countries, vouchfafed to 
apply a fovereign plafter to the furious 
paflions of Acharillo, her father's bond- 
man. The Duchefs of Malfy chofe for 
her hufband her fcrvant Ulrico ; and 



Alliteration, 



Venus, who for furpafiing beauty was 
canonized for a goddcfs, difdaincd not 
the love of limping Vulcan. They, 
madam, refpeftcd the men, and not their 
money ; their wills, and not their wealth ; 
their love, not their livings ; their con- 
ftancy, not their coin ; their perfon, not 
their parentage ; and the inward virtue, 
not the outward value. But you arc fo 
addicted to the opinion of Danae, that 
unlcfs Jupiter himfelf be flirouded in 
your lap, under the fliape of a fliower 
of gold, he fliall have the rcpulfe for all 
his deity. (/^/V., p. 1 19.) 



A NOBLE HEAD— FRIAR 
BACON. 

Vajidennaft. Lordly thou lookeft, as if 
that thou wert learn'd ; 
Thy countenance, as if fcience held 

her feat 
Between the circled arches of thy 
brows. 
('Friar Bacon,' vol. xiii.,11. 1297-99.) 



26 Green Pastures. 



FRIJR BACON. 

Seeing you come as friends unto the friar, 
Refolvc you dodors, Bacon can by books 
Make ftorming Boreas thunder from his 

cave, 
And dim fair Luna to a dark eclipfe. 
The great arch-ruler, potentate of Hell, 
Trembles, when Bacon bids him, or his 

fiends. 
Bow to the force of his pentageron. 
What Art can work, the frolic friar 

knows ; 
And therefore will I turn my magic 

books, 
And ftrain out necromancy to the deep : 
I have contriv'd and fram'd a head of 

brafs 
(I made Belcephon hammer out the 

fluff). 
And that by Art fnrill read philofophy, 
And I will fbengthen England by my 

fkill. 
That if ten Caesars lived and reign'd in 

Rome, 
With all the legions Europe doth contain, 
They fhould not touch a grafs of Englifh 

ground : 



Beauty — A Song. 



The work that Ninus rcar'd at Babylon, 
The brazen walls fram'd by Semiramis, 
Carv'd out like to the portal of the fun ; 
Shall not be fuch as rings the Englifh 

ftrand, 
From Dover to the- market-place of Rye. 
('Friar Bacon,' xiii., pp. i6, 17.) 



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BEAVTT—A SONG. 

Beauty, alas ! where waft thou born, 
Thus to hold thyfelf in fcorn ? 
When as Beauty kilT'd to woo thee. 
Thou by Beauty doft undo me, 

Heigho, defpife me not. 
I and thou, in footh are one, 
Faireft thou, ay fairer none ; 
Wanton thou, and wilt thou wanton, 
Yield a cruel heart to pant on ? 
Do me right, and do me reafon, 
Cruelty is curfed treafon : 

Heigho, I love ; heigho, I love ! 

Heigho ; and yet he eyes me not. 
(* A Looking-glafs for London and Eng- 
land' [1594], xiv., 74, 75.) 



28 Green Pastures. 



BOHEMIA—SHAKESPEARE 
ILLUSTRATION. 

It fo happened that Egifuis, King of 
Sicily, who in his youth had been brought 
up with Pandofto, defirous to fhow that 
neither traft of time, nor diftance of 
place, could diminifh their former friend- 
fhip, provided a navy of fhips zwdi failed 
into Bohemia to vifit his old friend and 
companion . . . (* Hiftory of Doraftus 
and Fawnia' [i 588], iv., p. 235). [Every- 
one knows Shakefpeare's kindred flip in 
'Winter's Tale' ; but this 19th century 
could (how juft as great geographical 
blunders, e.g.^ about Africa and India, 
etc., etc. Cf. alfo note in Works, vol. 
v., pp. 304, 305, as bearing on Shake- 
fpeare's alleged ' fmall Latin and lefs 
Greek.'— G.] 



CHASTITY— AN ODE. 

What is love once difgraced ? 
But a wanton thought ill placed, 
Which doth blemifli whom it paineth. 
And difhonours whom it deigneth. 



Chastity — An Ode, 



Seen in higher powers moll:. 

Though fome fools do fondly boail 

That whofo is high of kin 

Sandlifies his lover's fin. 

Jove could not hide lo's fcape, 

Nor^conceal Caliilo's rape. 

Both did fault, and both were famed, 

Light of loves whom lull: had fliamcd. 

Let not women trull to men, 

They can flatter now and then. 

And tell them many wanton tales, 

Which do breed their after bales. 

Sin in kings is fin we fee, 

And greater fin, 'caufe great of 'gree. 

Majus peccatum, this I read. 

If he be high that doth the deed. 

Mars for all his deity 

Could not Venus dignify. 

But Vulcan trapp'd her, and her blame, 

Was punifhed with an open fliame. 

All the gods laugh'd them to fcorn. 

For dubbing Vulcan with the horn. 

Whereon may a woman boaft. 

If her chaftity be loll: ? 

Shame awaiteth upon her face, 

Blulhing cheeks and foul difgrace : 

Report will blab, this is fhe 

That with her lufts wins infamy. 

If lulling love be fo difgrac'd, 



30 



Green Pastures. 



Die before you live unchaftc. 
For better die with honcft fame, 
Than load a wanton life with fliame ! 
('Philomela' [1592], xi., pp. 178, 179.) 



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COMEDr.* 

Enter the Clown and his crezv of Ruffians, 
to go to drink. 

Firji Ruffian. Come on, Smith, thou 
(halt be one of the crew, becaufe thou 
knowcft where the beft ale in the town is. 

Adam [the blackfmith's man]. Come 
on, in faith, my colts : I have left my 
Mafter ftriking of a heat, and ftole away, 
becaufe I would keep you company. 

Clown. Why, what, fhall we have this 
paltry Smith with us ? 

Adam. Paltry Smith? Why, you in- 
carnative knave, what are you that you 
fpeak petty trcafon againft the fmith's 
trade ? 

Clozvn. Why, flave, I am a gentleman 
of Niniveh 1 

* These are examples of Green's remarkable 
comic vein. — G. 



Adam. A gentleman ? Good Sir, I 
remember you well, and all your pro- 
genitors : your father bare office in our 
town ; an honeft man he was, and in 
great difcredit in the parifli, for they 
bellowed two fquire's livings on him ; 
the one was on working-days, and then 
he kept the town ftage, and on holidays 
they made him the Sexton's man, for he 
whipped dogs out of the church. Alas, 
Sir, your father, — why, Sir, methinks I 
fee the gentleman ftill : a proper youth 
he was, faith, aged fome forty and ten ; 
his beard rat's colour, half black, half 
white ; his nofe was in the highefl de- 
gree of nofes, it was nofe autcm glorificam, 
fo fet with rubies that after his death it 
fhould have been nailed up in Copper- 
fmith's Hall for a monument : well. Sir, 
I was beholding to your good father, 
for he was the firil man that ever in- 
ftrudled me in the myftery of a pot of 
ale. 

Second Ruffian. Well faid. Smith ; that 
croiTed him over the thumbs. 

Clown. Villain, were it not that we 
go to be merry, my rapier fhould pre- 
sently quit thy opprobrious terms. 

Adam. O, Peter, Peter, put up thy 



32 Green Pastures, 



fword, I prithee heartily, into thy fcab- 
bard, hold in your rapier ; for though I 
have not a long rcachcr, I have a fhort 
hitter. — Nay then, gentlemen, llay me, 
for my choler begins to rife again 11 him ; 
for mark the words, *a paltry fmith.' 
Oh, horrible fentencc : thou haft in thefe 
words, I will rtand to it, libelled againft 
all the found horfes, whole horfes, fore 
horfes, courfers, curtails, jades, cuts, 
hackneys, and mares ; whereupon, my 
friend, in their defence, I give thee this 
curfe, — thou fhalt not be worth a horfe 
of thine own this feven year. 

Clown. Ay, prithee fmith, is your 
occupation fo excellent ? 

Adam. *A paltry fmith'? Why, I'll 
ftand to it, a fmith is lord of the four 
elements ; for our iron is made of the 
earth, our bellows blow out air, our floor 
holds fire, and our forge water. Nay, 
Sir, we read in the Chronicles that there 
was a god of our occupation. 

Clown. Ay, but he was a cuckold. 

Adam. That was the reafon. Sir, he 
called your father coufin. * Paltry 
fmith'? why, in this one word thou hall 
defaced their worfliipful occupation. 

Clown. As how ? 



Comedy, 3 3 



Adam, Marry, Sir, I will ftand to it, 
that a fmith in his kind is a phyfician, 
a furgcon, and a barber. For let a 
horfe take a cold, or be troubled with 
the botts, and we ftraight give him a 
potion or a purgation, in fuch phyfical 
manner that he mends ftraight : if he 
have outward difeafes, as the fpavin, 
fplent, ring-bone, wind-gall, or farcin,, 
or, Sir, a galled back, w^e let him blood 
and clap a plafter to him with a pefti- 
Icnce, that mends him with a very- 
vengeance : now, if his mane grow out 
of order, and he have any rebellious 
hairs, we ftraight to our fhears and trim 
him with what cut it pleafe us, pick his 
ears, and make him neat. Marry, in- 
deed. Sir, we are flovens for one thing ; 
we never ufe any mufk-balls to wafh 
him with, and the reafon. Sir, bccaufe 
he can woe"^ without kifting. 

Clown. Well, firrha, leave off thefe 
praifes of a fmith, and bring us to the 
beft ale in the town. 

Adam. Now, Sir, I have a feat above 
all the fmiths in Niniveh ; for. Sir, I 
am a philofopher that can difpute of the 
nature of ale ; for mark you. Sir, a pot 

* =play on * woo.'— G. 



34 Green Fastures. 



of ale confifts of four parts, — Imprimis 
the ale, the toaft, the ginger, and the 
nutmeg. 

Clown. Excellent. 

Adam. The ale is a rcftorative, bread 
is a binder ; mark you. Sir, two excel- 
lent points in phyfic : the ginger, oh, 
'ware of that : the philofophers have 
written of the nature of ginger, 'tis ex- 
pulfitive in two degrees : you fhall hear 
the fentence of Galen : 

• // will make a man belch, cottgh, and — , 
And is a great comfort to the heart ': 

a proper pofic, I promife you : but now 
to the noble virtue of nutmeg : it is, 
saith one ballad, (I think an Englifh 
Roman was the author,) an underlayer 
to the brains, for when the ale gives a 
buffet to the head, oh, the nutmeg that 
keeps him for a while in temper. Thus 
you fee the defcription of the virtue of 
a pot of ale. Now, Sir, to put my 
phyfical precepts in praftice, follow me : 

but afore I ftcp any further 

Clown. What's the matter now t 
Adam. Why, feeing I have provided 
the ale, who is the purveyor for the 
wenches ? for, mailers, take this of me, 



Comedy, 



a cup of ale without a vvcnch, why, 
alas ! 'tis like an egg without fait, or a 
red herring without muftard ! 

Clown. Lead us to the ale : we'll have 
wenches enough, I warrant thee. 

\Exeunt, 
(* A Looking-glafs for London and Eng- 
land' [1594], xiv., 15-20.) 



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An Onward Scene. 
Enters Adam^ the Clown. 

Adam. This way he is, and here will 
I fpeak with him. 

Lord. Fellow, whither prefleth thou ? 

Adam. I prefs nobody, Sir ; I am 
going to fpeak with a friend of mine. 

Lord. Why, flave, there is none but 
the king and his viceroys. 

Adam. The king ? Marry, Sir, he is 
the man I would fpeak withal. 

Lord. Why, calleft him a friend of 
thine ? 

Adam. Ay, marry do I, Sir ; for if he 
be not my friend, I'll make him my 
friend ere he and I pafs. 



2^ Green Pastures. 



Lord. Away, vafTal, begone, thou 
fpcak unto the king ! 

Adam. Ay, marry, will I, Sir ; and if he 
were a king of velvet, I will talk to him. 

Rafni (the king). What's the matter 
there ? what noife is that ? 

Adatn. A boon, my licgc ! a boon, my 
liege ! 

Rafni. What is it that great Rafni will 
not grant. 
This day, unto the mcancft of his land, 
In honour of his beauteous Alvida ? 
Come hither, fwain ; what is it that thou 
cravcrt ? 

Adam. Faith, Sir, nothing but to fpeak 
a few fentences to your worfhip. 

Rafni. Say, what is it ? 

Adam. I am fure, Sir, you have heard 
of the fpirits that walk in the city here. 

Rafni. Ay, what of that ? 

Adam. Truly, Sir, I have an oration 
to tell you of one of them ; and this it is. 

Alvida (queen). Why goell not for- 
ward with thy tale ? 

Adam. Faith, miftrefs, I feel an ira- 
perfedion in my voice, a difeafc that 
often troubles me ; but, alas ! eafily 
mended ; a cup of ale or a cup of wine 
will ferve the turn. 



Aivida. Fill him a bowl, and let him 
want no drink. 

Adam. Oh, what a precious word was 
that, *And let him want no drink.' 
[Drink given to Adam.'] Well, Sir, now 
I'll tell you forth my tale : Sir, as I 
was coming alongft the port-royal of 
Niniveh, there appeared to me a great 
devil, and as hard-favoured a devil as 
ever I faw ; nay, Sir, he was a cuckoldy 
devil, for he had horns on his head. 
This devil, mark you now, prelleth 
upon me, and. Sir, indeed, I charged 
him with my pikeftafF; but when that 
would not ferve, I came upon him with 
Spiritus fandus^ — why, it had been able 
to have put Lucifer out of his wits : 
when I faw my charm would not ferve, 
I was in fuch a perplexity that six 
pennyworth of juniper would not have 
made the place fweet again. 

Aivida, Why, fellow, wert thou fo 
afraid ? 

Adam. Oh, millrefs, had you been 
there and fcen, his very fight had made 
you fhift a clean fmock, I promife you; 
though I were a man, and counted a 
tall fellow, yet my laundrcfs called me 
flovenly knave the next day. 



38 Green Pastures. 

Rafni. A plcafant flavc. — Forward, 
Sir, on with thy talc. 

Adam. Faith, Sir, but I remember a 
word that my miftrefs, your bed-fellow, 
fpokc. 

Raj'ni. What was that, fellow ? 

Adam. Oh, Sir, a word of comfort, a 
precious word — *And let him want no 
drink.' 

Rajni. Her word is law ; and thou 
fhalt want no drink. 

\Prink given to Adam. 

Adam. Then, Sir, this devil came 
upon me, and would not be perfuaded, 
but he would needs carry me to hell. 
I proffered him a cup of ale, thinking, 
becaufe he came out of fo hot a place, 
that he was thirfty ; but the devil was 
not dry, and therefore the more forry 
was I. Well, there was no remedy, but 
I muft with him to hell : and at lad I 
cart mine eye afide ; if you knew what 
I fpied you would laugh, Sir. I looked 
from top to toe, and he had no cloven 
feet. Then I ruffled up my hair, and 
fet my cap on the one fide ; and. Sir, 
grew to be a Juftice of Peace to the 
devil. At laft, in a great fume, as I am 
very choleric, and fometime fo hot in 



Comedy. 



my fuftian fumes, that no man can abide 
within twenty yards of me, I ftart up, 
and fo bombaftcd the devil that, Sir, he 
cried out and ran away. 

Ali'ida. This plcafant knave hath 
made me laugh my fill : 
Rafni, now Alvida begins her quafF, 
And drinks a full caroufe unto her king. 
Rafni. Ay, pledge, my love, as hearty 
as great Jove 
Drunk when his Juno heav'd a bowl to 

him. — 
Frolic, my lords, let all the ftandards 

walk ; 
Ply it till every man hath ta'en his load. — 
How now, firrha, what cheer? we have 
no words of you. 
Adam. Truly, Sir, I was in a brown 
ftudy about my miftrcfs. 

Alvida, About me ? for what ? 
Adam. Truly, miftrefs, to think what 
a golden fentence you did fpeak : all 
the philofophers in the world could not 
have faid more ; — * What, come, let him 
want no drink.' Oh, wife fpeech ! 
Alvida. Villains, why flcink you not 
unto this fellow ? 
He makes me blyth and merry in my 
thoughts : 



40 



Green Pastures. 



Heard you not that the king hath given 

command. 
That all be drunk this day within his 

Court, 
In quaffing to the health of Alvida ? 

[ Drink given to Adam. 
{Ibid., pp. 90-94.) 

Final Scene. 

Enters J dam Joins, with a bottle of beer 
in one fop [ = loofe troufers] and a 
great piece of beef in another. 

Adam. Well, goodman Jonah, I would 
you had never come from Jewry to this 
country ; you have made me look like a 
lean rib of roaft beef, or like the pidurc 
of Lent painted upon a red herring's 
cob. Alas, mafters, we are commanded 
by the proclamation to faft and pray : 
by my troth, I could prettily fo, fo away 
with praying ; but for fafting, why 'tis 
focontrary to my nature, that I liad rather 
fufTcr a fhort hanging than a long 
falling. Mark me, the words be thcfe, 
* Thou flialt take no manner of food for 
fo many days.' I had as licve he fhould 
have faid, * Thou (halt hang thyfelf for 
fo many days.' And yet, in faith, I 



Comedy, 



need not find fault with the proclama- 
tion, for I have a buttery and a pantry, 
and a kitchen about me ; for proof Ecce 
Jignum ! This right flop is my pantry ; 
behold a manchct [Drazvs it out] ; this 
place is my kitchen, for lo ! a piece of 
beef [Draws it out], — Oh, let me repeat 
that fweet word again : for lo ! a piece 
of beef! This is my buttery, for fee, 
fee, my friends, to my great joy, a bottle 
of beer [Draws it out]. Thus, alas ! I 
make fliift to wear out this farting ; I 
drive away the time. But there go 
fearchers about to feek if any man 
breaks the king's commands. Oh, here 
they be ; in with your vadluals, Adam. 
[Puts them hack into his Jl ops. 

Enter tzvo Searchers. 

Firji Searcher. How duly the men of 
Niniveh keep the proclamation ; how 
are they armed to repentance ! We 
have fearched through the whole city, 
and have not as yet found one that 
breaks the fall. 

Second Searcher. The fign of the more 
grace: — but flay, here fits one, methinks, 
at his prayers ; let us fee who it is. 



Gree?i Pastures. 



Firjl Searcher. 'Tis Adam, the fmith's 
man. — How now, Adam ? 

Adam. Trouble me not ; * Thou fhalt 
take no manner of food, but fail and 
pray.* 

Firjl Searcher. How devoutly he fits 
at his orifons ; but Hay, methinks, I feel a 
fmcll of fome meat or bread about him. 

Second Searcher. So thinks me too. — 
You, firrha, what vidluals have you 
about you ? 

Adam. Viduals ! O horrible blaf- 
phcmy ! Hinder me not of my prayer, 
nor drive me not into a choler. Viduals ! 
why heardcft: thou not the fcntence, 
* Thou flialt take no food, but fall and 
pray' ? 

Second Searcher. Truth, fo it fhould 
be ; but, methinks, I fmell meat about 
thee. 

Adam. About me, my friends ? Thefe 
words are actions in the cafe. About 
mc ? No, no ; hang thofe gluttons that 
cannot fall and pray. 

Firji Searcher. Well, for all your 
words, wc mull fcarch you. 

Adam. Search me ! Take heed what 
you do ; my hofe arc my caftles ; 'tis 
burglary if you break ope a flop : no 



Comedy, 

officer muft lift up an iron hatch ; take 
heed, my flops are iron. 

{They fear ch Adam. 
Second Searcher. Oh, villain, fee how 
he hath gotten viduals, bread, beef, and 
beer, where the king commanded upon 
pain of death none fliould eat for fo 
many days ; no, not the fucking in- 
fant. 

Adam. Alas, fir, this is nothing but a 
modicum non nocet ut tnedicus daret ; why, 
Sir, a bit to comfort my ftomach. 

Firji Searcher. Villain, thou ftialt be 
hanged for it. 

Adam. Thefe are your words, ' I fliall 
be hanged for it ;' but firft anfwer mc 
to this queftion, how many days have 
wc to fait ftill ? 

Second Searcher, Five days. 
Adam. Five days : a long time : then 
I muft be hanged ? 

Firjl Searcher. Ay, marry, Sir, muft 
thou. 

Adam. I am your man, I am for you, 
Sir ; for I had rather be hanged than 
bide fo long a faft. What, five days ? 
Come, I'll untrufs. Is your halter and 
the gallows, the ladder, and all fuch 
furniture in readinefs ? 



Green Pastures. 



Fir J} Searcher. I warrant thee flialt 
want none of thcfe. 

JJun. But, hear you, muft I be 
hanged ? 

Firjl Searcher. Ay, marry. 

Adam. And for eating of meat. Then, 
friends, know yc by thefe prefents, I 
will cat up all my meat, and drink, up 
all my drink ; for it fhall never be faid 
I was hanged with an empty ftomach. 

FirJ} Searcher. Come away, knave ; 
wilt thou ftand feeding now? 

Adam, If you be fo harty, hang your- 
fclf an hour, while I come to you, for 
furely I will eat up my meat. 

Second Searcher. Come, let's draw him 
away perforce. 

Adam. You fay there is five days yet 
to fart, thcfe are your words. 

Second Searcher. Ay, Sir. 

Adam. 1 am for you : come, let's 
away, and yet let me be put in the 
Chronicles. \_Exeunt. 

{Ibid., pp. 105-109.) 



A Contented Mind. 45 



J CONTENTED MIND. 

\ 

: Sweet are the thoughts that favour of 

I content ; 

The quiet mind is richer than a 
! crown ; 

Sweet are the nights in carelefs (lumber 
fpent ; 
The poor eftate fcorns Fortune's 
angry frown : 
Such fweet content, fuch minds, fuch 

deep, fuch blifs, 
Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do 

mifs. 
The homely houfe that harbours quiet 
reft; 
The cottage that affords no pride nor 
care ; 
The mean that 'grees with country 
mufic beft ; 
The fweet comfort of mirth and 
modeft* fare ; 

:' i 

* The original has ' music's fare.' The word 
had been caught from the preceding verse. 
My venerable friend, W, J. Linton, in his 
• Rare Poems,' reads as above, and it is in- 
evitably accepted. — G. 



46 Green Pastures, 



Obfcur^d life fets down a type of blifs, 
A mind content both crown and king- 
dom is. 

(' Farewell to Folly' [1591], ix., pp. 
279, 280.) 






CONTENT. 

Bnrmenijfa^s Seng. 

The cottage featcd in the hollow dale, 

That Fortune never fears becaufe fo low; 

The quiet mind that Want doth fet to 
fale, 

Sleeps fafe, when prince's feats do over- 
throw ; 
Want fmiles fecure when princely 

thoughts do feel 
That Fear and Danger treads upon 
their heel. 

Blcfs Fortune thou whofe frown hath 

wrought thy good ; 
Bid farewell to the crown that ends thy 

care : 



A Country Beauty. 



47 



The happy fates thy forrows have with- 

ftood 
By Tygning want and poverty thy fhare ; 
For now content (fond Fortune to 

defpite) 
With patience 'lows* thee quiet and 
delight. 
('Penelope's Web' [1587], v., p. 180.) 



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A COUNTRY BEAUrr, 

Edward [Prince of Wales']. I tell thee, 

Lacy, that her fparkling eyes 
Do lighten forth fweet Love's alluring 

fire : 
And in her trefTes fhe doth fold the 

looks 
Of fuch as gaze upon her golden hair : 
Her bafhful white, mixed with the 

morning's red, 
Luna doth boafl upon her lovely cheeks: 
Her front is Beauty's table, where fhe 

paints 
The glories of her gorgeous excellence : 
Her teeth are fhelves of precious mar- 

garitcs, 

* allows. 



48 



Green Pastures. 



Richly cnclofcd with ruddy coral cliffs. 

Tufh, Lacy, fhc is beauty's overmatch 

If thou furvcycft her curious imagery. 

Lacy [Earl of Lincoln]. I grant, my 

lord, the damfel is as fair 

As fimplc Suffolk's homely towns can 

yield ; 
But in the court be quainter dames than 

fhe ; 
Whofc faces are cnrich'd with honour's 



taint,* 



Whofe beauties Hand upon the flage of 

Fame, 
And vaunt their trophies in the courts 

of Love. 
Edward. Ah, Ned, but hadft thou 

watch'd her as myfelf, 
And feen the fecret beauties of the 

maid, 
Their courtly coynefs were but foolery, 
Ermjbie. Why, how watch'd you her, 

my lord ? 
Edward. When as fhe fwcpt like Venus 

through the houfe. 
And in her fliape fall folded up my 

thoughts ; 
Into the Milkhoufe went I with the 

maid, 

• tint. 



1 


A Country Beauty. 


49 


And there amongll: the cream-bowls Ihe 




did fhine, 




> As Pallas 'mongll: her princely huf- 




wifcry ; 




She turned her fmock over her lily 




arms, 




And div'd them into milk to run her 




cheefe ; 






But whiter than the milk her cryftal 






ikin, 






Check'd with lines of azure, made her 




1 


blufli, 






That Art or Nature durft bring for 




1 


compare : 






Ermfbie, if thou hadft feen, as I did note 






it well, 






How beauty play'd the hufwife, how 




1 


this girl 




I 


Like Lucrece, laid her fingers to the 




' 


work, 






Thou wouldft with Tarquin hazard 




' 


Rome and all 






To win the lovely maid of Frefingfield. 






('Friar Bacon' [1594], xiii., pp. 9-1 1.) 




1 

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so 



Green Pastures. 



CRADLE SONG. 

Weep not, my wanton, fmilc upon my 
knee ; 

When thou art old there's grief enough 
for thee. 
Mother's wag, pretty boy, 
Father's forrow, father's joy ; 
When thy father firft did fee 
Such a boy by him and me, 
He was glad, I was woe ; 
Fortune changed made him fo ; 
When he left his pretty boy, 
Laft his forrow, firft his joy. 

Weep not, my wanton, fmile upon my 
knee ; 

When thou art old there's grief enough 
for thee. 
Streaming tears that never ftint. 
Like pearl-drops from a flint, 
Fell by courfe from his eyes. 
That one another's place fupplies; 
Thus he grieved in every part, 
Tears of blood fell from his heart, 
When he left his pretty boy, 
Father's forrow, father's joy. 



Cradle Song. 



Weep not, my wanton, fmilc upon my 
knee ; 

When thou art old there's grief enough 
for thee. 
The wanton fmiled, father wept. 
Mother cried, baby leapt ; 
More he crowed, more we cried, 
Nature could not forrow hide : 
He muft go, he muft kifs 
Child and mother, baby blifs ;* 
For he left his pretty boy. 
Father's forrow, father's joy. 

Weep not, my wanton, fmile upon my 

knee ; 
When thou art old there's grief enough 

for thee. 
{' Menaphon ' [i 589], vi., pp. 43, 44.) 



CUPID. 

Ida. ... I heard a fhepherd fing, 
That like a bee, Love hath a little iHng: 
He lurks in flowers, he percheth on the 

trees ; 
He on king's pillows bends his pretty 
knees : 

* bless. 

F 2 



I 52 Green Pastures. 



The boy is blind, but when he will not 

fpy 
He hath a leaded foot, and wings to fly: 
Bcfhrew me yet, for all thefe flrange 

cffeds 
If I would like the lad that fo infcds. 
('James the Fourth,' xiii., p. 216.) 



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THE EAGLE AND IHE FIT. 

When tender ewes, brought home with 
evening fun, 
Wend to their folds. 
And to their holds 
The fhepherds trudge when light of day 
is done ; 
Upon a tree 
The Eagle, — Jove's fair bird, — did 
perch ; 
There refleth he : 
A little Fly his harbour* then did fearch. 
And did prefume, though others laughed 

thereat, 
To perch whereas t the princely Eagle 
fat. 

* arbour or shelter-place. f ivhereon. 



'The Eagle and the Fly. 

The Eagle frowned, and fliook her royal 
wings, 
And charged the Fly 
From thence to hie : 
Afraid, in halle, the little creature flings, 

Yet feeks again, 
Fearful, to perch him by the Eagle's 
fide: 
With moody vein, 
The fpeedy poft of Ganymede replied : 
* VaiTal, avaunt, or with my wings you 

die: 
Is't fit an Eagle feat him with a Fly ?' 

The Fly craved pity ; ftill the Eagle 
frown'd : 
The filly Fly, 
Ready to die, 
Difgraced, difplaced, fell grovelling to 
the ground : 
The Eagle faw. 
And wnth a royal mind faid to the Fly, 

* Be not in awe, 
I fcorn by me the meaneft creature die ; 
Then feat thee here.' The joyful Fly 

upflings, 
And fat fafc-fliadowed with the Eagle's 

wings. 
(' Menaphon' [1589], vi., pp. 59, 60.) 



j4 Green Pastures. 



JN EPISTLE DEDICATORr."^ 
{Complete.) 

To the gentlemen readers, Health. 
Gentlemen, I dare not flep awry from 
my wonted method, firft to appeal to 
your favourable courtefies, which ever T 
have found (however plaufible) yet 
fmothered with a mild filence. The 
fmall pamphlets that I have thruft forth 
how you have regarded them I know 
not, but that they have been badly re- 
warded with any ill terms I never 
found ; which makes me the more bold 
to trouble you, and the more bound to 
reft yours every way, as ever I have 
done. I keep my old courfe, to palter 
up fome thing in profe, ufing mine old 
pofy ftill, omne tulit pun5lum ; although 
lately two gentlemen poets made two 
mad-men of Rome beat it out of their 
paper bucklers ; and had it in derifion, 
for that I could not make my verfes fet 
upon the ftage in tragical bufkins, every 
word filling the mouth like the faburden 

* Greene's 'Epistles Dedicatory,' like 
Breton's and Spenser's, are all graciously and 
finely worded. — G. 



Ah Epistle Dedicatory. 



of Bow-Bell ; daring God out of heaven 
with that athcift Tamburlane, or blaf- 
phcming with the mad priell of the 
fun : but let me rather openly pocket 
up the afs at Diogenes' hand, than 
wantonly fet out fuch impious inflances 
of intolerable poetry. Such mad and 
fcoffing poets, that have prophetical 
fpirits, as bred of Merlin's race, if there 
be any in England, that fet the end of 
fcholarifm in an Engllfh blank verfe, I 
think either it is the humour of a novice 
that tickles them with felf-love, or too 
much frequenting the hot-houfe (to ufc 
the German proverb) hath fweat out all 
the greatefl: part of their wits, which 
wafte gradatim, as the Italians fay, poco 
a poco. If I fpeak darkly, gentlemen, 
and offend with this digreffion, I crave 
pardon, in that I but anfwer in print 
what they have offered on the rtage. 
But leaving thefe fantaftical fcholars, as 
judging him that is not able to make 
choice of his chaffer but a peddling 
chapman, at laft to Perymedes the Black- 
fmitk^ who, fitting in his holiday fuit to 
enter parley with his wife, fmugged up 
in her befl apparel, I prcfent to your 
favours. If he pleafc I have my dcfirc. 



^6 Green Pastu7'es. 



if he but pafs I fhall be glad. If neither, 
I vow to make amends in my Orpharion, 
which I promife to make you merry 
with the next term : And thus refling 
on your wonted courtefies, I bid you 
farewell. Yours as ever he hath been, 
— R. Greene. (' Perimedes the Black- 
fmith' [1588], vii., pp. 7-9.) 

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FJNCr. 

Lamina's Song. 

Fie, fie on blind Fancy ! 
It hinders youth's joy ; 
Fair virgins, learn by me 
To count Love a toy. 

When Love learned firft the A B C of 

delight. 
And knew no figures nor conceited 

phrafe ; 
He fimply gave to due defert her right. 
He led not lovers in dark winding ways ; 
He plainly willed to love, or flatly 

anfwered no : 
But now who lifts to prove, fliall find it 

nothing fo. 



Fancy, 

Fie, fie, then, on Fancy ! 
It hinders youth's joy ; 
Fair virgins, learn by me 
To count Love a toy. 

For fince he learned to ufe the poet's 

pen. 
He learned likewife with fmoothing 

words to feign ; 
Witching chafle ears with trothlefs 

tongues of men, 
And wronged faith with falfehood and 

difdain ; 
He gives a promife now, anon he 

fweareth no : 
Who lilleth for to prove, fhall find his 
changing (o. 
Fie, fie, then, on Fancy ! 
It hinders youth's joy ; 
Fair virgins, learn by me 
To count Love a toy. 
(' The Groats'-worth of Wit bought 
with a Million of Repentance' [i 592], 
xii., pp. 113, 114.) 



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58 



G7'een Pastures. 



OLD ENGLISH FLOWERS. 

Ah, Mullidor, her face is like to a 
red and white daify growing in a green 
meadow, and thou like a bee, that 
comcft and fuckeft honey from it, and 
carrieft it home to the hive with a heave 
and ho : that is as much as to fay, as 
with a head full of woes and a heart 
full of forrows and maladies. Be of 
good cheer, Mirimida laughs on thee, 
and thou knoweft a woman's fmile is as 
good to a lover as a funfhine day to a 
haymaker. She Ihews thee kind looks 
and cafts many a fheep's eye at thee ; 
which fignifics that fhe counts thee a 
man worthy to jump a match with her ; 
nay, more, Mullidor, fhe hath given thee 
a nofegay of flowers, wherein, as a top 
gallant for all the reft, is fet in rofemary 
for remembrance. Ah, Mullidor, cheer 
thyfclf, fear not. Love, and fortune 
favour lufty lads ; cowards are not friends 
to affcftion : therefore venture, for thou 
haft won her ; elfe fhe had not given 
thee this nofegay. (' Never too Late ' 
[1590], viii., pp. 197, 198.) 



Old English Flowers, 



Thereby I faw the Batchelors' But- 
tons, whofe virtue it is to make wanton 
maidens weep when they have worn it 
forty weeks under their aprons for a 
favour. Next them grew the dif- 
fembling daify, to warn fuch light of 
love wenches not to truft every fair 
promife that fuch amorous bachelors 
make them, but [that] fwcet fmells breed 
bitter repentance. Hard by grew the 
true lover's primrofe, whofe kind favour 
wifheth men to be faithful and women 
courteous. Alongfl: in a border grew 
maidenhair, fit for modcfl maidens to 
behold and immodcft to blufh at, becaufe 
it praifeth the one for their natural 
trefles and condemneth the other for 
their beaftly and counterfeit periwigs. 
There was the gentle gilliflower, that 
wives fhould wear if they were not too 
froward ; and loyal lavender : but that 
was full of cuckoo-fpits, to fhew that 
women's light thoughts make their 
hufband's heavy heads. There were 
fweet lilies, God's plenty, which fhcwed 
fair virgins need not weep for wooers, 
and ftore of balm which could cure 
ftrange wounds, only not that wound 
which women receive. . . . (*A Quip 



6o Green Pastures. 



for an Upftart Courtier ' [i 592], xi., pp. 
218, 219.) [On the daify cf. Ophelia 
in 'Hamlet,' IV., vi.— G.] 

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THE ENGLISH FOP JND 
FLORENTINE CONTEMPOR- 
ARIES. 

In truth, quoth Farnezc, I have feen 
an Englifh gentleman fo difFufed in his 
fuits, his doublet being for the wear of 
Caftile, his hofe for Venice, his hat for 
France, his cloak for Germany, that he 
feemed no way to be an Englishman 
but by the face. And, quoth Peratio, 
to this are we Florentines almoft grown : 
for we muft have our courtelies fo 
cringed, our conges delivered with fuch 
a long accent, our fpeeches fo afFefted, as 
comparing our conditions with the lives 
of our anceftors, we feem fo far to differ 
from their former eftate, that did Ovid 
live, he would make a fecond Metamor- 
phofis of our eftate. (' Farewell to 
Folly'[i59i], ix., p. 253.) 



The English Fop^ etc. 6i 

Country Lad Full Drejfed. 

She met with a wealthy farmer's fon, 
who, handfomely decked up in his 
holiday hofe, was going very mannerly 
to be foreman in a Morice dance, and 
as near as I can guefs was thus ap- 
parelled. He was a tall, flender youth, 
clean made, with a good, indifferent 
face, having on his head a ftraw hat 
fleeple-wife, bound about with a band 
of blue buckram. He had on his father's 
befl: tawny jacket : for that this day's 
exploit flood upon his credit. He was 
in a pair of hofe of red kerfey, clofe 
truffed with a point afore ; his mother 
had lent him a new muffler for a napkin, 
and that was tied to his girdle for looling. 
He had a pair of harveil gloves on his 
hands, as ihewing good hufbandry, and 
a pen and ink-horn at his back ; for the 
young man was a little bookifli. His 
pumps [•— fhoes] were a little too heavy, 
being trimmed llart-ups made of a pair 
of boot legs tied before with two white 
leather thongs. Thus handfomely ar- 
rayed, for this was his Sunday fuit, 
he met the lady Maifia, and feeing her 
fo fair and well-formed, far pafling 
their country maids in proportion, and 



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Green Pastures. 



nothing differing in apparel, he Hood 
half amazed, as a man that had fecn a 
creature beyond his country conceit. 
('Farewell to Folly' [1591], ix., pp. 
265, 266.) 



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IDLENESS. 

The man coveting, although he were 
poor, to be counted virtuous, iirft ef- 
chewed idlenefs, the moth that foreft 
and fooneil infecteth the mind with 
many mifchiefs, and applied himfelf fo 
to his works, being a fmith, that he 
thought no viftuals to have that tafte 
which were not purchafed by his own 
fweat. ('Perimedes' [1588],- vii., pp. 
II, 12.) 

JEJLOUSr, 

When gods had framed the fweet of 
women's face, 
And locked men's looks within their 
golden hair, 
That Phcebus blufhed to fee their match- 
lefs grace, 
And heavenly gods on earth did make 
repair, 



Jealousy. 



To quip fair Venus' overweening pride, 
Love's happy thoughts to Jcaloufy were 
tied. 

Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' 
brow ; 
The amber fweet of love is turned to 
gall ; 

Gloomy was heaven ; bright Phcebus 
did avow 
He could be coy, and would not love 
at all ; 
Swearing no greater mifchief could be 

wrought 

Than love united to a jealous thought. 
(' Ciceronis Amor ' [1589], vii., pp. 
123, 124.) 



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KINGS. 

* Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. ' 

Bajazetf Emperor of Turkey. 

Leave me, my lords, until I call you 

forth, 
For I am heavy and difconfolate. 

\^Exit all but Bajazet. 
So, Bajazet, now thou rcmaincll: alone, 



64 Green Pastures. 



Unrip the thoughts that harbour in thy 

breaft 
And eat thee up ; for arbiter here's none 
That may defcry the caufe of thy unreft, 
Unlefs thefe walls thy fecret thoughts 

declare : 
And princes' walls they fay unfaithful 

are. 
Why, that's the profit of great regiment,* 
That all of us are fubjeft unto fears, 
And this vain Ihew and glorious intent. 
Privy fufpicion on each fcruple rears. 
Ay, though on all the world we make 

extent. 
From the South Pole unto the Northern 

Bears, 
And ftretch our reign from Eaft to 

Weftern fhore. 
Yet doubt and care are with us ever- 
more. 
Look how the earth clad in her fummer's 

pride 
Embroidereth her mantle gorgeoufly 
With fragrant herbs and flowers gaily 

dyed. 
Spreading abroad her fpangled tapeftry : 
Yet under all a loathfome fnake doth 

hide. 

* governmetit. 



Ki}igs. 

Such is our life ; under crowns cares do 

lie, 
And fear, the fceptre rtill attends upon. 
Oh, who can take delight in kingly 

throne ? 
Public diforders joined with private 

cark ; 
Care of our friends, and of our children 

dear. 
Do tofs our lives, as waves a filly bark. 
Though we be fearlefs, 'tis not without 

fear, 
For hidden mifchief lurketh in the dark : 
And ftorms may fall, be the day ne'er fo 

clear. 
He knows not what it is to be a king 
That thinks a fceptre is a pleafant thing. 
('Selimus,' xiv., pp. 195, 196.) 

SOLILOQUr OF SELIMUS— 
USURPER AND TYRANT. 

Now, Selimus, confider who thou art ; 
Long haft thou march'd in difguif'd 

attire. 
But now unmafk thyfclf, and play thy 

part, 



66 Green Pastures. 



And manifeft the heat of thy defire ; 
Nourifh the coals of thine ambitious fire ; 
And think that then thy empire is mofl 

fure, 
When men for fear thy tyranny endure. 
Think that to thee there is no worfe 

reproach 
Than filial duty in fo high a place. 
Thou ought'ft to fet barrels of blood 

abroach, 
And feek with fword whole kingdoms to 

difplace : 
Let Mahound's* laws be locked up in 

their cafe. 
And meaner men, and of a bafer fpirit, 
In virtuous aftions feek for glorious 

merit. 
I count it facrilege for to be holy, 
Or reverence this threadbare name of 

good ; 
Leave to old men and babes that kind 

of folly. 
Count it of equal value with the mud : 
Make thou a paiTage for thy gufhing 

flood. 
By flaughter, treafon, or what elfe thou 

can. 
And fcorn religion ; it difgraces man. 



Mahomet. 



Soliloquy of Selimus^ etc. 

Nor pafs I what our holy votaries 
Shall here objc6l againft my forward 

mind ; 
I reck not of their foolifh ceremonies, 
But mean to take my fortune as I find : 
Wifdom commands to follow tide and 

wind, 
And catch the front of fwift Occafion, 
Before fhe be too quickly overgone : 

Some men will fay I am too impious 
Thus to lay ficgc againft my father's life, 
And that I ought to follow virtuous 
And godly fons ; that virtue is a glafs 
Wherein I may my errant life behold, 
And frame myfclf by it in ancient mould. 
Good Sir, your wifdom's overflowing 
wit, 
Digs deep with Learning's wonder- 
working fpade : 
Perhaps you think that now forfooth 

you fit 
With fome grave wizard in a prattling 

fhadc. 
Avaunt fuch glafses; let them view in me, 
The pcrfe6l pifture of right tyranny. 

Is he my father ? why, I am his fon ; 
1 owe no more to him than he to me. 



63 Green Pastures. 



But for I fee the Schoolmen are prc- 

par'd 
To plant 'gainft me their bookifh ordi- 
nance, 
I mean to ftand on a fententious guard ; 
And without any far-fetched circum- 

ftance, 
Quickly unfold mine own opinion, 
To arm my heart with Irreligion. 

When firft this circled round, this 

building fair. 
Some god took out of the confufed mafs 
(What god I do not know, nor greatly 

care) ; 
Then every man of his own 'dition was, 
And everyone his life in peace did 

pafs. 
War was not then, and riches were not 

known, 
And no man faid this, or this, is mine 

own. 
The ploughman with a furrow did not 

mark 
How far his great poffeiTions did reach ; 
The earth knew not the fhare, nor feas 

the bark. 
The foldiers enter'd not the batter'd 

breach. 
Nor trumpets the tantara loud did teach. 



Soliloquy of Selimus^ etc. 



There needed then no judge, nor yet 

no law, 

Nor any king of whom to ftand in awe. 
But after Ninus, warlike Bolus' fon, 
The earth with unknown armour did 

array, 

Then firft the facred name of king begun. 
And things that were as common as the 

day. 

Did then to fet poffeflbrs firft obey. 
Then they eftablifh'd laws and holy rites, 
To maintain peace, and govern bloody 

fights. 
Then fome fage man, above the vulgar 

wife, 
Knowing that laws could not in quiet 

dwell, 
Unlefs they were obferv'd ; did firft 

devife 
The names of gods, religion, heaven 

and hell. 
And *gan of pains and fcign'd rewards 

to tell : 
Pains for thofe men which did ncglcdl 

the law. 
Rewards for thofe that liv'd in quiet awe. 
Whereas indeed they were mere fidions, 
And if they were not, Sclim thinks they 

were ; 



70 Green Pastures. 



And thefc religious obfervations, 

Only bug-bears to keep the world in 

fear, 
And make men quietly a yoke to bear. 
So that Religion of itfelf a bable,* 
Was only found to make us peaceable. 
Hence in efpecial come the foolifh names 
Of father, mother, brother, and fuch 

like : 
For whofo well his cogitation frames, 
Shall find they ferve but only for to 

flrike 
Into our minds a certain kind of love. 
For thefe names too are but a policy 
To keep the quiet of fociety. 

Indeed, I muft confefs they are not 

bad, 
Becaufe they keep the bafer fort in fear ; 
But we, whofe mind in heavenly thoughts 

is clad ; 
Whofe body doth a glorious fpirit bear ; 
That hath no bounds, but flieth every- 
where ; 
Why fhould we feek to make that foul a 

flave,: 
To which dame Nature fo large freedom 

gave } 
Amongft us men there is fome difference 
* bauble. 



Soliloquy of Selimus^ etc. 



\ 71 



Of actions, termed by us good or ill : 
As he that doth his father recompencc, 
Differs from him that doth his father 

kill. 
And yet I think, think other what they 

will, 
That parricides, when death hath given 

them reft, 
Shall have as good a part as have the 

beft; 
And that's juft nothing: for as I fuppofe 
In death's void kingdom reigns eternal 

night : 
Secure of evil, and fecure of foes. 
Where nothing doth the wicked man 

affright. 
No more than him that dies in doing 

right. 
Then fince in death nothing fhall to us 

fall. 
Here while I live, I'll have a fnatch at 

all; 
And that can never, never be attain'd 
Unlefs old Bajazet do die the death. 
(* Selimus,' xiv., pp. 201-206.) 



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Selimus agai?i alone — defeated. 

Shall Sclim's hope be buried in the duft? 
And Bajazct triumph over his fall ? 
Then oh, thou blindful miftrefs of 

mifliap, 
Chief patronefs of Rhamus'"**" golden gates, 
I will advance my ftrong revenging hand. 
And pluck thee from thy ever-turning 

v/hcel. 
Mars, or Minerva, Mahound, Terma- 
gant, 
Or vvhofoe'er you are that fight 'gainll: me, 
Come, and but fhow yourfelves before 

my face, 
And I will rend you all like trembling 

reeds. 
Well, Bajazet, though Fortune fmile 

on thee. 
And deck thy camp with glorious 

viftory ; 
Though Selimus now conquered by thee 
Is fain to put his fafety in fwift flight ; 
Yet fo he flies, that like an angry ram 
He'll turn more fiercely than before he 

came. 

{Ibid.,^. 218.) 

* Misprinted so for Rhamnus = Ramnusia, 
surname of Nemesis. — G. 



Jonah's Appeal to London^ etc. 



JONJH'S APPEAL TO 
LONDON AND ENGLAND. 

You Iflanders, on whom the milder air 
Doth fvveetly breathe the balm of kind 

incrcafe ; 
Whofe lands are fatt'ned with the dew 

of Heaven, 
And made more fruitful than Aftcan 

plains ; 
You, whom delicious pleafures dandle 

foft; 
Whofe eyes are blinded with fecurity ; 
Unmafk yourfelvcs, call error clean 

afide. 
O, London, maiden of the miftrefs 

Ifle, 
Wrapt in the folds and fwathing clouts 

of fhame. 
In thee more fins than Nineveh con- 
tains : 
Contempt of God, defpite of reverend 

age, 
Negleft of law, defire to wrong the 

poor. 
Corruption, whoredom, drunkennefs, 

and pride. 
Swollen are thy brows with impudence 

and (hame : 



74 Green Pastures. 



O, proud, adulterous glory of the Weft, 
Thy neighbours burn, yet dofl thou fear 

no fire ; 
Thy preachers cry, yet doft thou flop 

thine ears ; 
The 'larum rings, yet flecpeth thou 

fecure. 
London, awake, for fear the Lord do 

frown. 
I fet a looking-glafs before thine eyes, 
O turn, O turn, with weeping to the 

Lord, 
And think the prayers and virtues of 

thy Queen"^ 
Defers the plague which otherwife 

would fall. 
Repent, O London, left for thine offence, 
Thy fhepherd fail, whom mighty God 

preferve : 
That fhe may 'bide the pillar of the 

Church 
Againft the ftorms of Romifh anti-Chrift; 
The hand of mercy overfhed her head ; 
And let all faithful fubjedls say Amen. 
('A Looking-glafs for London and Eng- 
land' [1594], xiv., pp. 112, 113.) 



Elizabeth.— G. 



Dispraise of Love. 75 



DISPRAISE OF LOVE, 

Some fay Love, 

Foolifh Love, 
Doth rule and govern all the gods : 
I fay Love, 

Inconftant Love, 
Sets men's renfes far at odds. 
Some fwear Love, 

Smooth-fac'd Love, 
Is fweeteft fwcet that men can have : 
I fay Love, 

Sour Love, 
Makes Virtue yield as Beauty's flave : 
A bitter fweet, a folly word of all. 
That forceth Wifdom to be Folly's thrall. 

Love fweet : 

Wherein fweet ? 
In fading pleafures that do pain. 
Beauty fweet : 

Is that fweet. 
That yicldcth forrow for a gain ? 
If Love's fweet. 

Herein fweet. 
That minutes' joys are monthly woes : 
'Tis not fweet. 

That is fweet 
Nowhere but where repentance grows : 



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76 Green Pastures. 



Then love who lift, if Beauty be fo four ; 
Labour for mc, Love reft in prince's 

bower. 
(' Mcnaphon ' [1589], vi., pp. 41, 42.) 



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LOFE { = Cupid as child). 

Fond, feigning poets make of love a god, 
And leave the laurel for the myrtle- 
boughs 
When Cupid is a child not paft the rod, 
And fair Diana Daphne moft allows : 
I'll wear the bays, and call the wag a 

boy, 
And think of love but as a foolifti toy. 

Some give him bow and quiver at his 

back ; 
Some make him blind to aim without 

advice ; 
When, naked wretch, fuch feathered 

bolts he lack 
And fight he hath, but cannot wrong 

the wife ; 
For ufe but labour's weapon for defence. 
And Cupid, like a coward, flieth thence. 



Love. 

He's god in Court, but cottage calls him 

child ; 
And Vella's virgins with their holy 

fires 
Do cleanfe the thoughts that fancy hath 

defiled, 
And burn the palace of his fond 

defires ; 
With chafle difdain they fcorn the foolilh 

god, 
And prove him but a boy not pall the 

rod. 
('Ciceronis Amor' [1589], vii., p. 136.) 



LOFE'S TREACHERY* 

Cupid abroad was 'lated in the night, 
His wings vv^ere wet with ranging in 
the rain ; 
Harbour he fought, to me he took his 
flight, 
To dry his plumes : I heard the boy 
complain ; 
I oped the door, and granted his defire ; 
I rofc myfelf, and made the wag a fire. 

* After Anacreon. Another slightly variant 
text in *Alcida'(i588). 



"78 Green Pastures. 



Looking more narrow by the fire's flame, 
I fpied his quiver hanging by his 

back : 
Doubting the boy might my misfortune 

frame, 
I would have gone for fear of further 

wrack ; 
But what I drad, did me, poor wretch, 

betide ; 
For forth he drew an arrow from his 

fide. 

He pierced the quick, and I began to 
ftart ; 
A pleafing wound, but that it was too 
high ; 
His fhaft procured a fharp yet fugared 
fmart : 
Away he flew, for why"^ his wings 
were dry ; 
But left the arrow fl:icking in my breaft. 
That fore I grieved I welcomed fuch a 
gueft. 
(* The Orpharion' [1589], xii., pp. 
73, 74-) 



* becattse. 



Doro}i's Description of Samela. 



79 



BORON'S DESCRIPTION OF 

SAMELA. 

Like to Diana in her fummer-weed. 
Girt with a crimfon robe of brighteft 
dye, 

Goes fair Samela ; 
Whiter than be the flocks that flraggling 

feed, 
When waflied by Arethufa, faint"*^ they 
lie. 

Is fair Samela ; 
As fair Aurora in her morning grey. 
Decked with the ruddy glillcr of her 
love, 

Is fair Samela ; 
Like lovely Thetis on a calmed day, 
Whenas her brightnefs Neptune's fancy 
move, 

Shines fair Samela ; 
Her treflcs gold, her eyes like glafly 

ftreams ; 
Her teeth are pearl, the brcarts are ivory ; 
Of fair Samela ; 

* Sidney Walker plausibly proposes 'fount ;' 
but * faint ' is the undoubted reading, and 
yields an excellent sense. — G. 



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Her checks, like rofe and lily, yield 

forth gleams ; 
Her brows bright arches framed of ebony: 

Thus fair Samela 
'PalTeth fair Venus in her bravell hue, 
And Juno in the fliow of majcfty : 

For fhe's Samela ; 
Pallas in wit, all three if you will view. 
For beauty, wit, and matchlefs dignity. 

Yield to Samela. 
(' Menaphon ' [i 589], vi., pp. 65, 66.) 



N'OSEREZ FOUS, MON BEL 
J MI? 

Sweet Adon, dareft not glance thine 
eye,— 

N^oferez z'ous, j?ion be I ami P — 
Upon thy Venus that muft die ? 

Je vous en prie, pity me ; 
N'oferez vous, mon bel, mon bel, 
N''oferez vous, ?no?i bel a??ii? 

See how fad thy Venus lies, — 
N'oferez vous, mon bel a?ni ? — 

Love in heart, and tears in eyes ; 
Je vous en prie, pity me ; 



N'oserez Vous, Mon Bel Ami? 8i 



N^oferez vous, mon l^cl, mon hel^ 
N^ofcrez vous, mon bel arni ? 

Thy face as fair as Paphos' brooks, — 
N^ferez vous^ mon b el ami? — 

Wherein Fancy baits her hooks; 
Je z'ous en prie, pity^^me ; 

N'oferez vous^ ?non be I, mon be/, 

N^oferez vous, mon bel ami ? 

Thy cheeks, like cherries that do grow, — 
N'oJ'erez vous^ ?non bel ami? — 

Amongft the Weflern mounts^of fnow ; 
Je I'ous en prie, pity me ; 

N^oferez vous, ?non bel, mon bel, 

N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? 

Thy lips vermilion, full of love, — 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? — 

Thy neck as filver-white as dove ; 
Je vous en prie, pity me ; 

N^oferez vous, mon bel, 7non bel, 

N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? 

Thine eyes, like flames of holy fires, — 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami ? — 

Burn all my thoughts with fweet defires ; 
Je vous en prie, pity me ; 

N^oferez vous, mon bel, mon bel, 

N^oferez vous, men bel ami? — 



82 Gi'een Pastures. 



All thy beauties fting my heart ; — 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami ? — 

I muft die through Cupid's dart ; 
"Je vous en prie, pity me ; 

N^oferez I'ous^ mon beX ^non bely 

N^oferez vous, mon bel ain't? 

Wilt thou let thy Venus die ? — 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? — 

Adon were unkind, fay I, — 
Je vous en prie, pity me ; 

N^oferez vous, mon bel, mon bel^ 

N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? 

To let fair Venus die for woe, — 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? — 

That doth love fweet Adon fo ; 
Je vous en prie, pity me ; 

N^oferez vous, mon bel, mon bel, 

N^oferez vous, mon bel ami ? 

('Never Too Late' [1590], viii., pp. 
7S> 76.) 



Eurymachus Fancy ^ etc. 



EURTMACHUS' FJNCT IN THE 
PRIME OF HIS JFFECTION. 

When lordly Saturn, in a fable robe, 
Sat full of frowns and mourning in the 

Well; 
The evening ftar fcarce peeped from 

out her lodge, 
And Phoebus newly galloped to his reft ; 
Even then 
Did I 
Within my boat fit in the filent ftreams, 
All void of eares as he that lies and 

dreams. 

As Phao, fo a ferryman I was ; 
The country-lalTes faid I was too fair : 
With eafy toil I laboured at mine oar, 
To pafs from fide to fide who did repair ; 

And then 

Did I 
For pains take pence, and, Charon-like, 

tranfport 
As foon the fwain as men of high 
import. 

When want of work did give me leave 

to reft. 
My fport was catching of the wanton 

fifh: 



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So did I wear the tedious time away, 
And with my labour mended oft m) 
difli; 

For why"* 
I thought 
That idle hours were calendars ol 

ruth, 
And time ill-fpent was prejudice to 
youth. 

I fcorned to love ; for were the nymph 

as fair 
As fhe that loved the beauteous Latmian 

fwain ; 
Her face, her eyes, her treffes, nor her 

brows 
Like ivory could my afFedion gain ; 
For why 
Ifaid 
With high difdain, ' Love is a bafe 

defire, 
And Cupid's flames, why, they're but 

watery fire.' 

As thus I fat, difdaining of proud love, 
* Have over, ferryman !' there cried a 
boy; 

* because. 



Eurymachus' Fancy ^ etc. 

And with him was a paragon for 

hue, 
A lovely damfcl, beauteous and coy ; 
And there 
With her 
A maiden, covered with a tawny veil ; 
Her face unfeen for breeding lover's 
bale. 

I fleered my boat, and when I came to 

fhore, 
The boy was winged ; methought it 

was a wonder ; 
The dame had eyes like lightning, or 

the flafh 
That runs before the hot report of 

thunder ; 

Her fmiles 
Were fweet, 
Lovely her face ; was ne'er fo fair a 

creature ; 
For earthly carcafe had a heavenly 

feature. 

* My friend,' quoth fhe, ' fweet ferry- 
man, behold. 

We three muft pafs, but not a farthing 
fare ; 



86 Green Pastures. 



But I will give, for I am Queen of 

love, 
The brightefl: lafs thou lik'ft unto thy 
fliare j 

Choofc where 
Thou love ft. 
Be fhe as fair as Love's fweet lady is. 
She ihall be thine, if that will be thy 
blifs.' 

With that fhe fmiled with fuch a pleafing 

face 
As might have made the marble rock 

relent ; 
But I, that triumphed in difdain of 

love. 
Bade fie on him that to fond love was 

bent : 

And then 
Said thus, 
' So light the ferryman for love doth 

care, 
As Venus pafs not if fhe pay no fare.' 

At this a frown fat on her angry 

brow ; 
She winks upon her wanton fon hard 

by; 
He from his quiver drew a bolt of fire, 



Eurymachus' Fancy ^ etc. 

And aimed fo right as that he pierced 
mine eye ; 

And then 
Did {he 
Draw down the veil that hid the virgin's 

face, 
Whofc heavenly beauty lightened all the 
place.* 

Straight then I leaned mine arm upon 

mine oar, 
And looked upon the nymph (if fof) was 

fair ; 
Her eyes were ftars, and like Apollo's 

locks 
Methought appeared the trammels of 

her hair : 

Thus did 
I gaze, 
And fucked in beauty, till that fweet 

defire 
Caft fuel on, and fet my thoughts on fire. 

When I was lodged within the net of 

love, 
And thus they faw my heart was all on 

flame ; 

* Spenser probably inspired this exquisite 
fancy. — G. 

t Query, if she ? 



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The nymph away, and with her trips 

along 
The winged boy, and with her goes his 
dame : 

O, then 
I cried, 
* Stay, ladies, ftay, and take not any care. 
You all fhall pafs, and pay no penny 
fare.' 

Away they fling, and looking coyly back. 
They laugh at me, O, with a loud dif- 

dain ! 
I fend out fighs to overtake the nymphs. 
And tears, as lures, to call them back 

again ; 

But they 
Fly thence ; 
But I fit in my boat, with hand on oar. 
And feel a pain, but know not what's 

the fore. 

At laft I feel it is the flame of love ; 
I ftrive, but bootlefs, to exprefs the pain; 
It cools, it fires, it hopes, it fears, it frets, 
And flirreth paflions throughout every 
vein ; 

That down 
I fat. 



Love. 89 

And fighing did fair Venus' laws ap- 
prove, 
And fwore no thing To fwcct and four 

as love. 
(* Francefco's Fortunes ; or, the Second 
Part of Never too Late ' [i 590], viii., 
PP- 175-179-) 



LOVE. 

CMullidor's (Madrigal. 

Dildido, dildido, 
O love, O love, 
I feel thy rage rumble below and above! 

In fummer-time I faw a face, 
T^rop belle pour moi, he las, he las / 

Like to a ftoned-horfe was her pace : 
Was ever young man fo difmayed ? 

Her eyes, like wax-torches, did make 
me afraid : 
Trop belle pour mot, voila mon trepas. 

Thy beauty, my love, exceedeth fup- 

pofes ; 
Thy hair is a nettle for the niccft rofes. 
t\ion dieu^ aide moi! 



90 Green Pastures. 

That I with the primrofc of my frcfli 

wit 
May tumble her tyranny under my feet : 

He done je ferai un jeune roi ! 
Trop belle pour ?noi, he las, h'elas ! 
Trop belle pour moi, voila mon trepas. 
(' Francefco's Fortunes ; or, the Second 
part of Never too Late,' viii., p. 217.) 



PASSIONATE LOVERS, 

Whofo readeth the Romifh Records 
and Grecian Hiftories, and turneth over 
the volumes filled with the reports of 
paffionate lovers, fhall find fundry fon- 
nets fauced with forrowful paiTions, 
divers ditties declaring their dumps, 
careful complaints, woeful wailings, and 
a thoufand fundry haplefs motions, 
wherein the poor perplexed lovers do 
point out how the beauty of their miftrefs 
hath amazed their minds, how their 
fancy is fettered with their exquifite 
perfeftion, how they are fnared with the 
form of her feature [ = perfon], how the 
gifts of Nature fo bountifully beftowed 
upon her hath entangled their minds 



Passionate Lovers. 



and bewitched their fcnfes : that her 
excellent virtue, and fingular bounty 
hath To charmed their affcdlions, and 
her rare qualities hath fo drowned them 
in defire, as they cfteem her courtefy 
more than Cjeiar's kingdoms, her love 
more than lordfliips, and her good will 
more than all worldly wealth. Tufh, 
all treafure is but trafli in refpect of her 
perfon. (' Morando * [1587], iii., pp. 

63, 64.) 



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EURTMACHUS IN PRAISE OF 
MIRIMIDA. 

When Flora, proud in pomp of all her 
flowers. 

Sat bright and gay, 
And gloried in the dew of Iris fliowers. 

And did difplay 
Her mantle chequered all with gaudy 
green : 

Then I 
Alone 
A mournful man in Erccinc was feen. 



92 Green Pastures. 

With folded arms I trampled through 
the grafs, 

Tracing, as he 
That held the Throne of Fortune brittle 
glafs, 

And love to be 
Like fortune fleeting, as the reftlefs wind 
Mixed 
With mills, 
Whofe damp doth make the cleareft eyes 
grow blind. 

Thus in a maze I fpied a hideous flame : 

I call my fight, 
And faw where blythely bathing in the 
fame, 

With great delight, 
A worm did lie, wrapt in a fmoky fweat : 
And yet 
'Twas fl:range 
It carelefs lay, and flirunk not at the 
heat. 

I fl:ood amazed, and wondering at the 
fight, 

While that a dame 
That flione like to the heaven's rich 
fparkling light, 

Difcourfed the fame : 



Eurymachus in Praise, etc. 

And faid, My friend, this worm within 
the fire 

Which lies 

Content, 
Is Venus' worm, and rcprefents Defirc. 

A Salamander is this princely beaft, 

Deck'd with a crown. 
Given him by Cupid, as a gorgeous 
creft 

'Gainft Fortune's frown : 
Content he lies, and bathes him in the 
flame. 

And goes 
Not forth : 
For why he cannot live without the 
fame. 

As he : fo lovers lie within the fire 

Of fervent love, 
And fhrink not from the flame of hot 
defire, 

Nor will not move 
From any heat that Venus' force im- 
parts : 

But lie 
Content 
Within a fire, and wafte away their 
hearts. 



94 Green Pastures. 



Up flew the dame, and vanifli'd in a 
cloud, 

But there ftood I, 
And many thoughts within my mind did 
fliroud 

Of love : for why 
I felt within my heart a fcorching fire, 
And yet 
As did 
The Salamander, 'twas my whole defire. 
('Never too Late' [1590], viii., pp. 
207-209.) 



LOVE— WHAT? 

What thing is love ? It is a power divine 

That reigns in us ; or elfe a wreakful 
law 

That dooms our minds to beauty to in- 
cline : 

It is a ftar, whofe influence doth draw 
Our hearts to Love, diflembling of 

his might, 
Till he be mafl:er of our hearts and 
fight. 



Love — What ? 



Love is a difcord, and a ilrangc divorce 
Betwixt our fenfe and rcafon, by whofe 

power, 

As mad with reafon, we admit that force, 

Which wit or labour never may devour. 

It is a will that brooketh no confent : 

It would refufe, yet never may repent. 

Love's a dcfire, which for to wait a time, 
Doth lofe an age of years, and fo doth 

pafs, 
As doth the fhadow fever'd from his 

prime. 
Seeming as though it were, yet never 

was : 
Leaving behind nought but repentant 

thoughts 
Of days ill fpent, for that which 

profits noughts. 

It's now a peace, and then a fudden war ; 

A hope confum'd before it is conceiv'd; 

At hand it fears, and menaceth afar. 

And he that gains is mofl of all deceiv'd : 
It is a fecret hidden and not known. 
Which one may better feel than write 
upon. 

(' Menaphon' [1589], vi.,pp. 140, 141.) 



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96 Green Pastures. 



GENTLE COURTSHIPS 
REJECTED. 

Grime. I fay, Sir Gilbert, looking on 

my daughter, 
I curfe the hour that ever I got the 

girl : 
For, Sir, fhe may have many wealthy 

fuitors. 
And yet fhe difdains them all, 
To have poor George a Greene unto 

her hufband. 
Bonfeld. On that, good Grime, I am 

talking with thy daughter ; 
But fhe, in quirks and quiddities of love. 
Sets me to fchool, fhe is fo over-wife. 
But, gentle girl, if thou wilt forfake the 

Pinner, 
And be my love, I will advance thee 

high : 
To dignify thofe hairs of amber hue, 
I'll grace them with a chaplet made of 

pearl. 
Set with choice rubies, fparks, and 

diamonds 
Planted upon a velvet hood, to hide that 

head 
Wherein two fapphires burn like fpark- 

ling fire : 



Gentle Courtships Rejected. 



This will I do, fair Bcttris, and far more, 

; If thou wilt love the Lord of Doncafter. 

Bettris. Heigh ho, my heart is in a 

higher place, 

Perhaps on the earl, if that be he : 

See where he comes, or angry, or in 

love ; 
For why, his colour looketh difcontent. 
(' George a Greene, the Pinner of Wake- 
field' [1599], ^iv., pp. 131, 132.) 

GEORGE A GREENE AND 
BEATRICE {BETTRIS). 

George. Tell me, fweet love, how is 
thy mind content ? 
What, canft thou brook to live with 
George a Greene ? 
Bettris. Oh, George, how little pleaf- 
ing are thefe words ? 
Came I from Bradford for the love of 

thee. 
And left my father for fo fweet a friend? 
Here will I live until my life do end. 
George. Happy am I to have fo fweet 
a love. 

{Ibid., p. 168.) 



98 Green Pastures. 



LOFE-SUPPLJNTER. 

Edward, Prince of Wales. 
Lacy, Earl of Lincoln. 

Enter Prince Edward, with his poniard in 
his hand : Lacy and Margaret. 

Edward. Lacy, thou canft not fhroud 

thy traitrous thoughts, 
Nor cover, as did CafTius, all his wiles ; 
For Edward hath an eye that looks as far 
As Linceus from the fhores of Grecia. 
Did not I fit in Oxford by the friar, 
And fee thee court the maid of Frcfmg- 

field, 
Sealing thy flattering fancies with a kifs ? 
Did not proud Bungay draw his portaffe 

' forth, 
And joining hand in hand had married 

you, 
If Friar Bacon had not flrook him dumb, 
And mounted him upon a fpirit's back. 
That we might chat at Oxford with the 

friar ? 
Traitor, what anfwerert, is not all this 

true ? 
Lacy. Truth all, my lord, and thus I 

make reply : 



Love-Supplanter. 



Ac Harlftonc Fair there courting for 

your grace, 
Whenas mine eye furvcy'd her curious 

fhape,* 
And drew the beauteous glory of her 

looks, 
To dive into the centre of my heart ; 
Love taught me that your honour did 

but jell:, 
That princes were in fancy but as men : 
How that the lovely maid of Frefingficld 
Was fitter to be Lacy's wedded wife, 
Than concubine unto the Prince of 

Wales. 
Edward. Injurious Lacy, did I love 

thee more 
Than Alexander his Hepheftion ? 
Did I unfold the paffion of my love, 
And lock them in the clofet of thy 

thoughts ? 
Wert thou to Edward fecond to himfclf, 
Sole friend, and partner of his fccret 

loves ? 
And could a glance of fading beauty 

break 
Th'inchaincd fetters of fuch private 

friends ? 



ity-exciting shape. 



TOO Green Pastures. 



Bafe coward, false, and too effeminate. 
To be co-rival with a prince in thoughts: 
From Oxford have I ported fince I dined. 
To 'quite a traitor 'fore that Edward flcep. 
Margaret. 'Twas I, my lord, not 
Lacy ftepp'd awry, 
For oft he fued and courted for yourfelf, 
And ftill woo'd for the courtier all in 

green ; 
But I whom fancy made but overfond. 
Pleaded myfelf with looks as if I lov'd ; 
I fed mine eye with gazing on his face. 
And ftill bewitch'd, lov'd Lacy with my 

looks : 
My heart with fighs, mine eyes pleaded 

with tears, 
My face held pity and content at once. 
And more I could not cipher out by 

figns. 
But that I lov'd Lord Lacy with my 

heart. 
Then, worthy Edward, meafure with 

thy mind, 
If women's favours will not force men 

fall ; 
If beauty, and if darts of piercing love 
Is not of force to bury thoughts of 
friends. . . . 
('Friar Bacon,' xiii., pp. 49-51.) 



Love no Mortal Passion. 



LOVE NO MORTAL PASSION. 

Truly, fir (quoth Panthia), to fpcak 
my mind freely without affedation, in 
this cafe this is my opinion. That love 
being no mortal paffion, but a fuper- 
natural influence allotted unto every 
man by Deltiny, charmeth and en- 
chanteth the minds of mortal creatures, 
not according to their wills, but as the 
decree of the Fates fliall determine, for 
fome are in love at the firfl look. As 
was Perfeus with Andromeda. Some 
never to be reclaimed, as was Narciffus. 
Others fcorched at the firft fight, as 
Venus herfelf was of Adonis. Some 
always proclaim open wars to Cupid, as 
did Daphne. Thus I conclude, that 
men or women are no more or lefs fub- 
jeft unto love, rcfpcfting their natural 
conftitution, but by the fecrct influence 
of a certain fupcrnatural conftellation. 
('Morando' [1587], iii., p. 108.) 



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I02 Green Pastures. 



SILVESTRO'S LJDT-LOVE, [;| 

Her ftature like the tall flraight cedar- 
trees, 
Whofe ftately bulks doth fame th' Arabian 

groves ; 
A face like princely Juno when flie 

braved 
The Queen of Love 'fore Paris in the 

vale : 
A front befet with love and courtefy ; 
A face like modeft Pallas when fhe 

blulh'd 
A filly fhepherd fhould be Beauty's 

judge : 
A lip fweet ruby red, grac'd with delight; 
A cheek wherein for interchange of hue 
A wrangling ftrife 'twixt lily and the 

rofe : 
Her eyes, two twinkling ftars in Winter 

nights. 
When chilling froft doth clear the azur'd 

flcy; 
Her hair of golden hue doth dim the 

beams 
That proud Apollo giveth from his 

coach : 
The Gnydian doves, whofe white and 

fnowy pens 



Sihestro's Lady-Love. 

Doth ftain the filver-ftreaming ivory, 
May not compare with thofe two moving 

hills 
Which, topt with pretty teats, difcovers 

down a vale 
Wherein the god of love may deign to 

fleep; 
A foot like Thetis when fhe tript the 

lands 
To Ileal Neptune's favour with her fteps. 
(' Tritameron,' 2nd pt. [1587], iii., 

p. I23-) 



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(MENALCJS—THE PRODIGAVS 
RETURN. 

The filent fhade had fhadowed every 

tree. 
And Phoebus in the weft was fhrouded 

low ; 
Each hive had home her bufy labouring 

bee ; 
Each bird the harbour of the night did 

know : 

Even then, 
When thus 



104 



Green Pastures. 



All things did from their weary labour 

lin, 
Menalcas fate and thought him of his 

fin. 

His head on hand, his elbow on his 

knee, 
And tears, like dew, bedrcnch'd upon 

his face ; 
His face as fad as any fwain's might be ; 
His thoughts and dumps befitting well 

the place : 

Even then, 
When thus 
Menalcas fate in paffions all alone. 
He sighed then, and thus he 'gan to 

moan. 

I that fed flocks upon Theflalia's plains 
And bade my lambs to feed on daffodil. 
That liv'd on milk and curds, poor 

fhepherd's gains, 
And merry fate, and pip'd upon a 

pleafant hill. 

Even then, 
When thus 
I fate fecure and fear'd not Fortune's 

ire. 
Mine eyes eclipfd, fafl blinded by defire. 



Menalcas. 



los 



Then lofty thoughts began to lift my 

mind ; 
I grudg'd and thought my fortune was 

too low ; 
A fliepherd's life 'twas bafe and out of 

kind ; 
The talleft cedars have the faireft grow. 
Even then, 
When thus 
Pride did intend the fequel of my ruth, 
Began the faults and follies of my 

youth. 

I left the fields, and took me to the 

town ; 
Fold fheep who lift, the hook was caft 

away, 
Menalcas would not be a country clown, 
Nor fhepherd's weeds, but garments far 

more gay : 

Even then, 
When thus 
Afpiring thoughts did follow after ruth, 
Began the faults and follies of my youth. 

My fuits were filk, my talk was all of 

State ; 
I ftretch'd beyond the compafs of my 

flceve ; 



io6 Green Pastures. 



The braveft courtier was Menalcas' 

mate ; 
Spend what I would, I never thought 
on grief. 

Even then, 
When thus 
T lafh'd out lavifh, then began my ruth, 
And then I felt the follies of my 
youth. 

I caft mine eye on every wanton face, 
And ftraight defire did hale me on to 

love ; 
Then, lover-like, I pray'd for Venus' 

grace. 
That Ihe my mistrefs' deep affects might 

move : 

Even then, 
When thus 
Love trapp'd me in the fatal bands of 

ruth, 
Began the faults and follies of my youth. 

No coft I fpar'd to pleafe my miftrefs' 

eye ; _ 
No time ill fpent in prefence of her 

fight ; 
Yet oft fhe frown'd, and then her love 

muft die. 



Menalcas, 



But when fhe smiPd, oh then a happy 
wight : 

Even then, 

When thus 
^Defire did draw me on to deem of ruth, 
Began the faults and follies of my youth. 

The day in poems often did I pafs, 
The night in fighs and forrows for her 

grace ; 
And fhe as fickle as the brittle glafs, 
Held funfliine fhowers within her flatter- 
ing face : 

Even then. 
When thus 
I fpied the woes that women's love 

enfueth, 
I faw, and loath'd the follies of my youth. 

I noted oft that beauty was a blaze ; 
I faw that love was but a heap of cares ; 
That fuch as flood as deer do at the gaze, 
And fought their wealth amongft affec- 
tion's fnares ; 

Even fuch, 
I faw, 
With hot purfuit did follow after ruth, 
And fofliered up the follies of their 
youth. 



io8 Green Pastures. 



Thus clogg'd with love, with paffions 

and with grief, 
I faw the country life had leaft moleft ; 
I felt a wound and pain would have I 

relief, | 

And thus refolv'd, I thought would fall I 

out beft : I 

Even then, j 

When thus \ 

I felt my fenfes almoft fold to ruth, 
I thought to leave the follies of my youth. 

To flocks again, away the wanton town ; 
Fond pride, avaunt, give me the fhep- 

herd's hook ; 
A coat of gray, I'll be a country clown : 
Mine eye fliall fcorn on beauty for to 
look : 

No more, 
A-do: 
Both pride and love, arc ever pain'd* 

with ruth. 
And therefore farewell the follies of my 
youth. 
(' Mourning Garment ' [T590], ix., 

pp. 214-218.) 
* pair'd (?) 



Miserrimus. i 109 



miSERRIMUS. 

Deceiving world, that with alluring toys 
- Haft made my life the fubjedl of thy 

fcorn, 
And fcorncft now to lend thy fading 

T'outlcngth my life, whom friends 

have left forlorn ; 
How well are they that die ere they 
be born, 
And never fee thy Heights, which few 

men fhun 
Till unawares they helplefs are un- 
done ! 

Oft have I fung of Love and of his 
fire ; 
But now I find that poet was advifed 
Which made full feafts increafers of 
defire, 
And proves weak love was with the 

poor defpifed ; 
For when the life with food is not 
fufficed, 
What thoughts of Love, what motion 

of delight, 
What pleafance can proceed from fuch 
a wight ? 



I lo Green Pastures. 



Witnefs my want, the murderer of my 
wit, 
My raviflicd fcnfc, of wonted fury 
reft, 
Wants luch conceit, as fliould in poems 
fit, 
Set down the forrow wherein I am 

left: 
But therefore have high heavens their 
gifts bereft, 
Becaufe fo long they lent them me to 

ufc, 
And I fo long their bounty did abufe. 

O, that a year were granted me to live. 
And for that year my former wit 
rellored ! 
What rules of life, what counfel would 
I give, 
How fhould my fin with forrow be 

deplored ! 
But I muft die of every man abhorred : 
Time loofely fpcnt will not again be 

won ; 
My time is loofely fpent, and I un- 
done. 
(' Groat's-worth of Wit, bought with a 
Million of Repentance' [1592I, xii., 
pp. 137, 138.) 



Palmer s Ode. 



PJLMER'S ODE. 

Down the valley 'gan he track, 
Bag and bottle at his back, 
In a furcoat all of gray ; 
Such wear Palmers on the way, 
When with fcrip and ftaff they Tee 
Jefus' grave on Calvary. 
A hat of ftraw like a fwain 
Shelter for the fun and rain, 
With a fcollop fliell before : 
Sandals on his feet he wore ; 
Legs were bare, arms unclad ; 
Such attire this Palmer had. 
His face fair like Titan's fhine. 
Gray and buxom were his cyne, 
Whercout dropt pearls of forrow : 
Such fweet tears Love doth borrow, 
When in outward dews flie plains 
Heart's diftrefs that lovers pains : 
Ruby lips, cherry cheeks : 
Such rare mixture Venus feeks. 
When to keep her damfels quiet 
Beauty fets them down their diet : 
Adon was not thought more fair. 
Curled locks of amber hair — 
Locks where Love did fit and twine 
Nets to fnare the gazer's eyne : 



L 2 



1 12 Green Pastures. 



Such a Palmer ne'er was fecn, 
Lefs love himfelf had Palmer been, 
Yet for all he was fo quaint 
Sorrow did his vifagc taint.* 
Midft the riches of his face, 
Grief dccipher'd his difgrace. 
Every ftep ftrain'd a tear. 
Sudden fighs fhow'd his fear : 
And yet his fear by his fight, 
Ended in a ftrange delight. 
That his paffions did approve. 
Weeds and forrow were for love. 
(Greene's ' Never too Late ' [i 590], vlii., 
pp. 13-15-) 



ANOTHER OF THE SAME. 

Old Menalcas on a day. 

As in field this fhepherd lay. 

Tuning of his oaten pipe, 

Which he hit with many a ftripe ; 

Said to Corydon that he 

Once was young and full of glee : 

Blythe and wanton was I then. 

Such defires follow men. 

* tint. 



Another of the Same. 



As I lay and kept my fhccp, 

Came the god that hatcth flecp, 

Clad in armour all of fire, 

Hand in hand with Ouccn Dcfire : 

And with a dart that wounded nigh, 

Picrc'd my heart as I did"lie : 

That when I woke I 'gan fwear, 

Phillis' beauty palm did bear. 

Up I Hart, forth went I 

With her face to feed mine eye : 

There I faw Defirc fit, 

That my heart with love had hit. 

Laying forth bright Beauty's'hooks 

To entrap my gazing looks. 

Love I did, and 'gan to woo. 

Pray and figh ; all would not do : 

Women when they take the toy* 

Covet to be counted coy. 

Coy flic was, and I 'gan court ; 

She thought love was but a fport. 

Profound Hell was in my thought : 

Such a pain Defire had wrought, 

That I fued with fighs and tears. 

Still ingrate flie flopt her ears 

Till my youth I had fpcnt. 

Lad a paflion of repent, 

Told me flat that Dcfire, 



* trijling^ playing. 



Was a brand of Love's fire, 

Which confumcth men in thrall, 

Virtue, youth, wit, and all. 

At this jfaw back I ftart, 

But Defire from my heart, 

Shook off Love ; and made an oath. 

To be enemy to both. 

Old I was when thus I fled, 

Such fond toys as cloy'd my head. 

But this I learn'd at Virtue's gate. 

The way to good is never late. 

{Uid., pp. 17-19.) 



THE PENITENT PALMER'S 
ODE. 

Whilom in the Winter's rage 
A Palmer old and full of age, 
Sat and thought upon his youth. 
With eyes, tears, and heart of ruth : 
Being all with cares yblent. 
When he thought on years miflpent. 
Then his follies came to mind, 
How fond love had made him blind. 
And wrapt him in a field of woes, 
Shadowed with Pleafure's fhoes ; 
Then he fighcd and faid alas ! 
Man is fin, and flefli is grafs. 



The Penitent Palmer s Ode. 



I thought my miftrcfs' hairs were gold, 
And in their locks my heart I fold : 
Her amber treflcs were the fight 
That wrapped me in vain delight : 
Her ivory front,*her pretty chin, 
Were ftales* that drew me on to fin : 
Her ftarry looks, her cryftal eyes, 
Brighter than the fun's arife : 
Sparkling pleafing flames of fire, 
Yoked my thoughts and my defire. 
That I 'gan cry ere I blin,t 
Oh, her eyes are paths to fin ! 
Her face was fair, her breath was fweet, 
All her looks for love was meet : 
But love is folly, this I know. 
And beauty fadeth like to fnow. 
Oh, why fhould man delight in pride, 
Whofe bloiTom like a dew doth glide ; 
When thefe fuppofes touch'd my thought, 
That world was vain and beauty nought, 
I 'gan figh and fay alas ! 
Man is fin, and flefh is grafs. 

{Ibid., pp. 12 2, 123.) 



snares. 
t usually explained = r^czj^; h\x\. (\\x. — ^ grow 
blind.'— G. 



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Green Pastures. 



PASTORAL. 

The Defcription of the Shepherd and his 
Wife. 

It was near a thicky fhade 

That broad leaves of beech had made ; 

Joining all their tops fo nigh 

That fcarce Phoebus in could pry, 

To fee if lovers in the thick* 

Could dally with a wanton trick. 

Where fate the fwain and his wife 

Sporting in that pleaiing life 

That Corydon commendeth fo, 

All other lives to over-go. 

He and flie did fit and keep 

Flocks of kids and folds of iheep : 

He upon his pipe did play, 

She tun'd voice unto his lay. 

And for you might her hufwife know 

Voice did fing and fingers few ; 

He was young, his coat was green, 

With weltst of white, feam'd between, 

Turned over with a flap 

That breafl and bofom in did wrap ; 

Skirts fide and pleatedt free, 

Seemly hanging to his knee. 

* thicket. t fringes. % plaited. 



Pastoral. 



A whittlc*^with a filvcr chape ;t 
Cloak was ruflct, and the cape 
Served for a bonnet oft 
To fhroud him from the wet aloft, 
A leather fcrip of colour red, 
With a button on the head ; 
A bottle full of country whigt 
By the {hepherd's fide did lig :§ 
And in a little bufh hard by 
There the Ihepherd's dog did lie ; 
Who while his mafter 'gan to fleep 
Well could watch both kids and fheep. 
The fliepherd was a frolic fwain. 
For though his 'parell was but plain, 
Yet doonell the^Authors foothly fay 
His colour was both frefli and gay ; 
And in their writesll plain difcufs 
Fairer was not Tityrus, 
Nor Menalcas, whom they call 
The alderleefeft"*"*^ fwain of all : 
'Seemingtf him was his wife, 
Both in linetl and in life ; 
Fair flie was as fair might be, 
Like the rofcs on the tree ; 

* clasp-knife. f clasp. % whey. 

§ lie. II do. 

IT wrilings, as, * thick ' for 'thicket ' above. 
-G. 
** dearest of all. ff be-seeming. XX ^^^'^S^- 



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Green Pastures. 



Buxom, blithe, and young, I ween ; 
Beauteous, like a Summer's queen : 
For her cheeks were ruddy hued 
As if lilies were imbrued 
With drops of blood, to make the white 
Pleafe the eye with more delight ; 
Love did lie within her eyes 
In ambufli for fome wanton prize : 
A leefer"^ lafs than this had been, 
Corydon had never feen ; 
Nor was Phillis that fair May 
Half fo gaudy or fo gay :t 
She wore a chaplet on her head ; 
Her calTock was of fcarlet red. 
Long and large, as ftraight as bent ;t 
Her middle was both fmall and gent.§ 
If country loves fuch fweet defires gain, 
What lady would not love a fhepherd 
fwain ? 
(* Mourning Garment' [1590], ix,, 
pp. 141-144.) 



dearer. 



joyfuly bright, 
genteel. 



Pastoral, 1 1 9 

PASTORAL. 

The Shepherd's Ode. 

Walking in a valley green 
Spied I Flora, Summer queen : 
Where flie, heaping all her graces, 
Niggard feem'd in other places : 
Spring it was, and here did fpring 
All that Nature forth can bring ; 
Groves of plcafant trees there grow, 
Which fruit and fhadow could bellow ; 
Thick-leaved boughs fmall birds cover 
Till fwect notes themfclves difcover ; 
Tunes for number feem'd confounded 
Whilft their mixture's mufic founded : 
Greeing well, yet not agreed 
That one the other ihould exceed. 
A fweet ftream here filent glides 
Whofe clear water no fifli hides ; 
Slow it runs, which well bewray'd 
The pleafant fhore the current ftay'd : 
In this ftream a rock was planted 
Where nor art nor nature wanted : 
Each thing fo did other grace 
As all places may give place ; 
Only this the place of plcafurc 
Where is heaped Nature's treafure. 



I20 Green Pastures. 

Here mine eyes with wonder ftaid, 
Eyes amaz'd and mind afraid : 
Raviiht with what was beheld, 
From departing were withheld. 
Mufmg then with found advice 
On this earthly paradife ; 
Sitting by the river fide 
Lovely Phillis was defcried : 
Gold her hair, bright her eyne 
Like to Phoebus in his fhine ; 
White her brow, her face was fair, 
Amber-breath perfum'd the air ; 
Rofe and lily both did feek 
To fliew their glory on her cheek. 
Love did neftle in her looks, 
Baiting there his fharpeft hooks : 
Such a Phillis ne'er was feen 
More beautiful than Love's queen. 
Doubt it was whofe greater grace, 
Phillis' beauty, or the place. 
Her coat was of fcarlet red. 
All in pleats* a mantle fpread : 
Fring'd with gold ; a wreath of boughs 
To check the fun from her brows. 
In her hand a fhepherd's hook. 
In her face Diana's look : 
Her fheep graz'd on the plains 
She had flolen from the fwains : 



Pastoral. 121 



Under a cool filcnt fliadc, 
By the ilreams Ihc garlands made. 
Thus late Phillis all alone : 
Miffed file was by Corydon, 
Chiefell Twain, of all the reft 
Lovely Phillis likt him beft. 
His face was like Phoebus' love, 
His neck white as Venus' dove ; 
A ruddy check iill'd with fmiles, 
Such Love hath when he beguiles : 
His locks brown, his eyes were gray, 
Like Titan in a Summer day. 
A ruffet jacket, fleeves red ; 
A blue bonnet on his head ; 
A cloak of gray fenc'd the rain ; 
Thus 'tyred was this lovely Twain. 
A fhepherd's hook her dog tied. 
Bag and bottle by his Tide : 
Such was Paris, fhepherds fay, 
When with CEnone he did play. 
From his flock ftray'd Corydon, 
Spying Phillis all alone : 
By the ftream he Phillis Tpicd, 
Braver than was Flora's pride : 
Down the valley 'gan he track. 
Stole behind his true love's back : 
The Tun fhone and fhadow made ; 
Phillis roTe and was afraid. 
When fhe Taw her lover there. 



122 Green Pastures. 



Smile flie did, and left her fear : 
Cupid that difdain doth loath 
With defire ftrake them both. 
The fwain did woo, fhc was nice, 
Following fafliion nay'd"*" him twice : 
Much ado he kifl'd her then ; 
Maidens blufh when they kifs men : 
So did Phillis at that ftowre.f 
Her face was like the rofe flower. 
Laft they 'greed, for Love would fo, 
Faith and troth they would no mo. 
For fhepherds ever held it fin 
To falfe the love they lived in. 
The fwain gave a girdle red. 
She fet garlands on his head. 
Gifts were given, they kifs again, 
Both did fmile, for both were fain.t 
Thus was love 'mongft fhepherds fold 
When fancy knew not what was gold : 
They woo'd and vow'd and that they 

keep, 
And go contented to their fheep. 
(' Ciceronis Amor' [1589], vii., pp. 

180-184.) 



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* denied. f contention. % fond. 



Phillis and Coridon. 



PHILLIS .'fND CORIDON. 

J Pajioral. 

Phillis kept fliccp along the Wcftern 

plains, 
And Coridon did feed his flocks hard 

by; 
This fliepherd was the flower of all the 

fvvains 
That traced the downs of fruitful 

Thefl'aly ; 
And Phillis, that did far her flocks fur- 

pafs 
In filver hue, was thought a bonny lafs. 

A bonny lafs, quaint in her country 'tire, 

Was lovely Phillis, — Coridon more fo; 

Her locks, her looks, did fet the fwain 

on fire ; 

He left his lambs, and he began to 

woo ; 

He looked, he flghed, he courted with 

a kifs ; 
No better could the filly fwad* than this. 

He little knew to paint a tale of love ; 
Shepherds can fancy, but they cannot 
fay ; 

* sicaifi, cloivn. 

~~ ~ M~2 



124 Gf-een Pastures, 



Phillis 'gan fmilc, and wily thought to 

prove 
What uncouth* grief poor Coridon 

did pay ; 
She afked him how his flocks or he did 

fare ? 
Yet penfive thus his fighs did tell his 

care. 

The fhepherd blufhed when Phillis 

queftioned fo, 
And fwore by Pan it was not for his 

flocks ; 
' 'Tis love, fair Phillis, breedeth all this 

woe. 
My thoughts are trapt within thy 

lovely locks ; 
Thine eye hath pierced, thy face hath 

fet on fire ; 
Fair Phillis kindleth Coridon's defire.' 

* Can fliepherds love r' faid Phillis to 

the fwain : 
* Such faints as Phillis,' Coridon re- 
plied : 

* Men when they luft can many fancies 

feign,' 
Said Phillis. This not Coridon de- 
nied, 

* cloiunish. awkward. 



Pbillis and Coridon. 



That lull had lies ; * But love,' quoth 

he, * fays truth : 
Thy fhephcrd loves, then, Phillis, what 

cnfu'th r' 

Phillis was won : flic blufhcd and hung 
the head ; 
The fwain ftept to and cheered her 
with a kifs : 
With faith, with troth, they ilruck the 
matter dead ; 
So ufed they when men tho^ught not 
amifs : 
This love begun and ended both in one ; 
Phillis was loved, and (he liked Coridon. 
(* Perimedes ' [1588], vii., pp. 91, 92.) 

PJSTORAL. 

The Shepherd's Wife s Song. 

Ah, what is love ? It is a pretty thing, 
As fweet unto a fliepherd as a king, 

And fwcetcr too ; 
For kings have cares that wait upon a 

crown, 
And cares can make the Tweetell love to 
frown : 

Ah then, ah then, 



126 Green Pastures, 



If country loves fuch fweet defires do 

gain, 
What lady would not love a fhepherd 

Twain ? 

His flocks are folded, he comes home at 

night, 
As merry as a king in his delight. 

And merrier too ; 
For kings bethink them what the State 

require. 
Where fliepherds carelefs carol by the 

fire : 

Ah then, ah then, 
If country loves fuch fweet defires do 

gain. 
What lady would not love a fliepherd 

fwain ? 

He kifleth firft, then fits as blithe to 

eat 
His cream and curds as doth the king 

his meat. 

And blither too ; 
For kings have often fears when they 

do fup, 
Where fliepherds dread no poifon in 

their cup : 

Ah then, ah then, 



Pastoral. 



If country loves fuch fwcct dcfircs do 

gain, 
What lady would not love a fhcpherd 

fwain ? 

To bed he goes, as wanton then, I 

ween, 
As is a king in dalliance with a queen, 

More wanton too ; 
For kings have many griefs affeds* to 

move. 
Where fhepherds have no greater grief 
than love : 

Ah then, ah then, 
If country loves fuch fweet defires do 

gain, 
What lady would not love a flicpherd 
fwain ? 

Upon his couch of ilraw he fleeps as 

found 
As doth the king uponjhis bed of down, 

More founder too ; 
For cares caufc kings full oft their llcep 

to fpill.t 
Where weary fliepherds lie and fnort 
their fill : 

Ah then, ah then, 

* affection. + spoil. 



128 Green Pastures. 



If country loves fuch fvvcet dcfircs do 

gain, 
What lady would not love a fhepherd 

fwain ? 

Thus with his wife he fpends the year, 

as blithe 
As doth the king at ev^ery tide or fithc,"* 

And blither too ; 
For kings have wars and broils to take 

in hand, 
Where Ihcpherds laugh and love upon 

the land : 

Ah then, ah then, 
If country loves fuch fweet defires do 

gain, 
What lady would not love a fhepherd 

fwain ? 



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* Query * tide' = Christmas-tide ? ; 'sithe' 
not simply 'time,' but = scythe = Harvest ? — 
G. 



Pasloral. 129 

PASTORAL. 

Radagon in Dianem. 

It was a valley gaudy-green, 
Where Dian at the fount was feen ; 

Green it was, 

And did 'pafs 
All other of Diana's bowers 
In the pride of Flora's flowers. 

A fount it was that no fun fees, 
Circled in with cyprefs-trees. 

Set fo nigh 

As Phoebus' eye 
Could not do the virgins fcathe. 
To fee them naked when they bathe. 

She fat there all in white, — 
Colour fitting her delight : 

Virgins fo 

Ought to go, 
For white in armory is placed 
To be the colour that is chafte. 

Her tafF'ta caflibck you might fee 
Tucked up above her knee ; 

Which did fliow 

There below 
Legs as white as whales-bone ; 
So white and challe were never none. 



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Green Pastures. 



Hard by her, upon the ground, 
Sat her virgins in a round, 

Bathing their 

Golden hair, 
And finging all in notes high, 

• Fie on Venus' flattering eye !' 

* Fie on love ! It is a toy ; 
Cupid witlefs and a boy ; 

All his fires, 

And defircs. 
Are plagues that God fent down from 

high, 
To pefter men with mifery. 

As thus the virgins did difdain 
Lovers' joy and lovers' pain, 

Cupid nigh 

Did efpy. 
Grieving at Diana's fong ; 
Slyly flole thefe maids among. 

His bow of fteel, darts of fire, 

He fhot amongft them fweet defire ; 

Which ftraight flies 

In their eyes, 
And at the entrance made them ftart. 
For it ran from eye to heart. 



Pastoral. 



Califto ftraight fuppofcd Jove 
Was fair and frolic for to love ; 

Dian flie 

'Scaped not free ; 
For well I wot, hereupon 
She loved^the fwain Endymion. 

Clytie Phabus, and Chloris' eye 
Thought none fo fair as Mercury : 

Venus thus 

Did difcufs, 
By her fon in darts of fire, 
None fo chafte to check defire. 

Dian rofe with all her maids, 
BluHiing thus at love's braids :* 
With fighs, all 
Show their thrall ; 
And flinging hence pronounce this faw, 
* What fo flrong as love's fweet law ?' 
(' Francifco's Fortunes, or^Sccond Part 
of Never too Late' [1590], viii., 
pp. 212-214.) 

* Dyce annotates * i.e.^ perhaps crafts, de- 
ceits (z^/(/<f Steeven's note on ** Since French- 
men are so braid," vShakespeare's *' All's Well 
that Ends Well," Act IV., Sc. ii.).' But surely 
the word is simply 'braids = upbraids or up- 
braidings, as 'pass for surpass, 'gan for began, 
etc., etc.— G. 



132 



Green Pastures. 



PASTORAL. 

Philomela's Ode that Jhe Jung in her 
Arbour. 

Sitting by a river's fide, 
Where a filent ftream did glide, 
Mufe I did of many things 
That the mind in quiet brings. 
I 'gan think how fome men deem 
Gold their god ; and fome efteem 
Honour is the chief content 
That to man in life is lent ; 
And fome others do contend 
Quiet none like to a friend ; 
Others hold, there is no wealth 
Compared to a perfect health ; 
Some man's mind in quiet ftands 
When-he is lord of many lands : 
But I did figh, and faid all this 
Was but a Ihade of perfed blifs ; 
And in my thoughts I did approve 
Naught fo fweet as is true love. 
Love 'twixt lovers, palTeth thefe, 
When mouth kijTeth and heart 'grees; 
With folded arms and lips meeting, 
Each foul another fwcetly greeting : 
For by the breath the foul fleeteth, 
And foul with foul in kiffing meeteth! 



Pastoral. 



If love be fo fwect a thing 
That fuch happy blifs doth bring, 
Happy is love's fugarcd thrall ; 
But unhappy maidens all, 
Who elleem your virgin bliflcs 
Sweeter than a wife's fweet kiiTes. 
No fuch quiet to the mind 
As true love with kiffcs kind : 
But if a kifs prove uncharte 
Then is true love quite difgraccd. 

Though love be fwect, learn this 
of me, 

No love fwect but honelly. 
('Philomela, the LadyFitzwaltcr's Night- 
ingale ' [1592], xi., pp. 123, 124.) 

PASTORAL. 

Philomelds Second Ode. 

It was frofty vvinter-feafon. 
And fair Flora's wealth was geafon.* 
Meads that erll: with green were fprcad, 
With choice flowers diap'red, 

* My friend Mr. A. II. Bullen (* Lyrics from 
Elizabethan Romances ') annotates = rare, un- 
common. Such is a meaning of the word, but 
not the meaning here. It is = parched, dried 
up — as a well is said to be gcasoned when it is 
dry.— G. 



134 Green Pastures. 



Had tawny veils ; cold had fcanted 
What the Spring and Nature planted. 
Leaflcfs boughs there might you fee, 
All except fair Daphne's tree : 
On their twigs no birds perched ; 
Warmer coverts now they fearched ; 
And by Nature's fecret reafon 
Framed their voices to the feafon. 
With their feeble tunes bewraying 
How they grieved the Spring's decaying. 
Frofty Winter thus had gloomed 
Each fair thing that Summer bloomed ; 
Fields were bare, and trees unclad, 
Flowers withered, birds were fad ; 
When I faw a fhepherd fold 
Sheep in cote, to fhun the cold ; 
Himfelf fitting on the grafs 
That with the froft withered was, 
Sighing deeply, thus 'gan fay ; 
' Love is folly when aftray : 
Like to love no pafTion fuch. 
For 'tis madnefs, if too much ; 
If too little, then defpair ; 
If too high, he beats the air 
With bootlefs cries ; if too low, 
An eagle matcheth with a crow : 
Thence grow jars. Thus I find, 
Love is folly, if unkind ; 
Yet do men moft defire 



Pastoral. 



135 



To be heated with this fire, 

Whofc flame is fo plcafing hot 

That they burn, yet feel it not. 

Yet hath love another kind, 

Worfc than thefe unto the mind ; 

That is, when a wanton eye 

Leads defire clean awry, 

And with the bee doth rejoice 

Every minute to change choice ; 

Counting he were then in blifs 

If that each fair face were his. 

Highly thus is love difgracM 

When the lover is unchalle, 

And would tafte of fruit forbidden, 

'Caufe the 'fcape is eafily hidden. 

Though fuch love be fwcct in brewing. 

Bitter is the end enfuing ; 

For the honour of love he fliamcth, 

And himfelf with lull defameth ; 

For a minute's pleafurc -gaining, 

Fame and honour ever llaining. 

Gazing thus fo far awry, 

Lail: the chip falls in his eye ; 

Then it burns that erft but heat him ; 

And his own rod 'gins to beat him ; 

His choiccrt fweets turn to gall ; 

He finds lull is fin's thrall ; 

That wanton women in their eyes 

Men's deceivings do comprifc ; 



N a 



136 



Green Pastures. 



That homage done to fair faces 
Doth difhonour other graces. 
If lawlcfs love be fuch a fin, 
Curfed is he that lives therein ; 
For the gain of Venus' game 
Is the downfall unto fhame.' 

Here he paufcd, and did ftay, 
Sighed, and rofe, and went away. 

(' Philomela,' xi., pp. 133-135.) 



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ISABELUS ODE* 

Sitting by a river fide. 
Where a filent ftream did glide, 
Bank'd about with choice flowers, 
Such as fpring from April fhowers. 
When fair Iris fmiling fliews 
All her riches in her dews : 
Thick-leaved trees fo were planted 
As nor Art nor Nature wanted : 

* It will be observed that Philomela's Ode, 
that precedes this, opens with the same 
couplet. Even my friend Mr. A. H. Bullen 
seems to have overlooked this Ode because of 
this, and so omitted it in his selections, etc. 
('Lyrics from Elizabethan Romances'), but 
even he shows by his actual selections per- 
functory acquaintance with Greene and others. 
— G. 



Isabellas Ode. 137 

Bord'ring all the brook with fhadc 
As if Venus there had made 
By Flora's wile a curious bower 
To dally with her paramour. 
At this current as I ga/.'d. 
Eyes cntrapp'd, mind amaz'd ; 
I might fee in my ken 
Such a flame as fireth men : 
Such a fire as doth fry 
With one blaze both heart and eye : 
Such a heat as doth prove 
No heat like to heat of love. 
Bright flie was, for 'twas a flic 
That traced her fleps towards mc ; 
On her head flie wore a bay, 
To fence Phoebus' light away : 
In her face one might dcfcry 
The curious beauty of the fky ; 
Her eyes carried darts of fire, 
Feather'd all with fwift dcfire ; 
Yet forth thcfe fiery darts did pafs 
Pearled tears as bright as glafs ; 
That wonder 'twas in her cync 
Fire and water fliould combine : 
If th' old faw did not borrow 
Fire is love and water forrow. 
Down flie fate, pale and fad, 
No mirth in her looks flic had : 
Face and eyes fliowed diflrcfs, 



138 Green Pastures. 



Inward fighs difcourf'd no Icfs : 

Head on hand might I fee, 

Elbow leaned on her knee ; 

Laft fhe breathed out this faw, 

* Oh, that love hath no law !' 

Love enforceth with conftraint, 

Love delighteth in complaint ; 

Whofo loves hates his life, 

For love's peace is mind's ftrife ; 

Love doth feed on beauty's fare, 

Every difh fauc'd with care : 

Chiefly women, reafon why, 

Love is hatch'd in their eye ; 

Thence it fteppeth to the heart, 

There it poifoneth every part : 

Mind and heart, eye and thought, 

Till fweet love their woes hath wrought: 

Then repentant they 'gan cry, 

' Oh, my heart that trow'd* mine eye !' 

Thus fhe faid, and then flie rofe. 
Face and mind both full of woes ; 
Flinging thence, with this faw. 
Fie on love that hath no law. 

('Never too Late,' viii., pp. 50-52.) 



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* trusted, held for true. 



Pastoral. 



FJSTORJL. 

Francefcos Ode. 

When I look about the place 
Where forrow nurfeth up difgracc ; 
Wrapt within a fold of" cares, 
Whofe dillrefs no heart fpares : 
Eyes might look, but fee no light, 
Heart might think but on dcfpitc : 
Sun did (hine, but not on mc. 
Sorrow faid it may not be, 
That heart or eye fhould once polTcfs 
Any falve to cure dillrefs : 
For men in prifon mull fuppofc 
Their couches are the beds of woes. 
Seeing this I fighcd then. 
Fortune thus fhould punifh men. 
But when I call'd to mind her face 
For whofe love I brook this place ; 
Starry eyes, whereat my fight 
Did eclipfe with much delight ; 
Eyes that lighten and do fliinc, 
Beams of love that are divine ; 
Lily cheeks whereon befide 
Buds of rofes fliew their pride ; 
Cherry lips, which did fpcak 
Words that made all hearts to break : 
Words moftfweet, for breath was fwcct ; 



140 



Green Pastures. 



Such perfume for love is meet. 
Precious words, as hard to tell 
Which more pleafed, wit or fmell : 
When I faw my greateft pains 
Grow for her that beauty flains ; 
Fortune thus I did reprove. — 
Nothing grievcfull grows from Love. 
{Uid.y pp. 62-63.) 



PASTORAL. 

Boron's Jig. 

Through the fhrubs as I 'gan crack 
For my lamb's little ones, 
'Mongfl: many pretty ones. 
Nymphs I mean, whofe hair was black 
As the crow : 
Like the fnow 
Her face and brows fhin'd, I ween ; 
I faw a little one, 
A bonny pretty one, 
As bright, buxom, and as fheen 
As was fhe 
On her knee, 



Pastoral. 1 4 1 



That lull'd the god, whofc arrows warms: 

Such merry little ones, 
Such fair-fac'd pretty ones, 
As dally in Love's chiefell harms ; 
Such was mine ; 
Whofc gray eync 
Made mc love. I 'gan to woo 
This fwcct little one, 
This bonny pretty one ; 
I woo'd hard a day or two ; 

Till (he bad, 
Be not fad ; 
Woo no more, I am thine own. 
Thy dcarcll little one, 
Thy truell pretty one ; 
Thus was faith and firm love fliown, 
As behoves 
Shepherds' loves. 
(* Menaphon' [1589], vi., pp. 69, 70.) 



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PERSEl'ERJNCE If INS. 

I now, quoth (he, both fee and try 

by experience, that there is no fifli fo 

fickle but will come to the bait ; no 

doe fo wild but will lUnd at the gaze* ; 

* staring. 



142 Green Pastures, 



no hawk fo haggard''' but will (loop to 
the lure ; no nieffef fo ramaget but will 
be reclaimed to the lunes ; no fruit fo 
fine but the caterpillar will confume it ; 
no adamant§ fo hard but will yield to 
the file ; ... no maid fo free but love 
will bring her to bondage and thraldom. 
('Card of Fancy' [1587], iv., p. 120.) 
[On the word* lunes' the Shakefpeare 
ftudent will do well to confult a full note 
in Works, vol. ii., pp. 3 30-3 3 3, and Glof- 
farial Index (in vol. xv.) — one of multi- 
plied inftances of Greene's words and 
phrafing fhedding light on obfcurities 
and cruxes of Shakefpeare. — G.] 



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WORD-PORTRJITS. 

Ovid. 

Quaint was Ovid in his rhyme, 
Chiefeft poet of his time : 
What he could in words rehcarfe 
Ended in a pleafing verfe : 

* untraijied. + haivk. 

X wild. § diaviond. 



JVord-Pcrtraits. 



Apollo with his ayc-grccn hays 
Crown'd his head to fliow his prail'c ; 
And all the Mufcs did agree 
He fliould be theirs, and none but he. 

This Poet chanted all of Love, 
Of Cupid's wings and Venus' dove ; 
Of fair Corinna and her hue. 
Of white and red and veins blue. 
How they lov'd and how they 'greed, 
And how in fancy they did fpecd. 

His Elegies were wanton all, 
Telling of Love's plcafing thrall, 
And 'caufc he would the Poet fcem. 
That bell of Venus' laws could deem, 
Strange precepts he did impart, 
And writ three books of Love's art ; 
There he taught how to woo. 
What in love men fliould do ; 
How they might fooncft win 
Honeft women unto fin : 
Thus to tcllen all the truth 
He infcded Rome's youth, 
And with his books and vcrfcs brought 
That men in Rome nought clfc fought 
But how to 'tangle maid or wife, 
With honour's breach through wanton 

life; 
The foolifli fort did for his (kill 
Praifc the dccpncfs of his quill, 



144 Green Pastures. 



And like to him faid there was none 
Since died old Anacreon. 
But Rome's Auguftus, world's wonder, 
Brook'd not of this foolifh blunder ; 
Nor lik'd he of this wanton verfe 
That Love's laws did rehearfe ; 
For well he faw and did efpy 
Youth was fore impair'd thereby ; 
And by experience he finds 
Wanton books infeft the minds ; 
Which made him ftraight for reward, 
Though the cenfure^-feemed hard 
To banifh Ovid quite from Rome, 
This was great Auguftus' doom ; 
For (quoth he) Poets' quills 
Ought not for to teach men ills ; 
For learning is a thing of praife, 
To fhow precepts to make men wife ; 
And near the Mufes' facred^places 
Dwells the virtuous-minded graces. 
'Tis fhame and fin, then, for good wits 
To fhow their fkill in wanton fits. 
This Auguftus did reply. 
And as he faid,'fo think I. 

('Greene's Vifion' [1592], xii., pp. 
199-201.) 



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* Judgment. 



IVord-Portraits. 



•45 



The Description of Sir GcoJ'rt-y Chaucer. 

His ftaturc was not very tall ; 
Lean he was ; his legs were fmall, 
Hofcd within a rtock of red ; 
A button'd bonnet on his head, 
From under which did hang, I ween, 
Silver hairs both bright and flicen ; 
His beard was white, trimmed round, 
His countenance blithe and merry 

found : 
A fleevelefs jacket large and wide, 
With many plaits and fkirts' fide. 
Of water chamlet* did he wear 
A whittellt by his belt he bear. 
His flioes were corned, t broad before ; 
His inkhorn at his fide he wore ; 
And in his hand he bore a book ; 
Thus did this ancient poet look. 

{Ibid.f pp. 209-210.) 



* earner s hair cloth , rain-proof.— G. 

+ clasp-knife. 

X project ing= cornered. 



14^ Green Pastures. 



John Gower. 

Large he was, his height was long ; 

Broad of breaft, his limbs were ftrong 

But colour pale, and wan his look, — 

Such have they that plyen their book 

His head was gray and quaintly fhorn 

Neatly was his beard worn ; 

His vifage grave, ftern and grim, — 

Cato was mod like to him. 

His bonnet was a hat of blue, 

His fleeves ftraight, of that fame hue ; 

A furcoat* of a tawny dye, 

Hung in plaits over his thigh ; 

A breech clofe unto his dock, 

Handfom'd with a long ftock ; 

Pricked before were his fhoon, 

He wore fuch as others doon : 

A bag of red by his fide. 

And by that his napkin tied : 

Thus John Gower did appear, 

Quaint attired, as you hear. 

{Ibid., p. 2 10.) 



* outer garment. 



J Ford-Portraits. 



H7 



Solomon. 

His ftature tall, large, and high, 
Limb'd and fcatur'd bcautcouny ; 
Chcll was broad, arms were lUong, 
Locks of amber pafling long. 
That hung and wav'd upon his neck, 
Heaven's beauty might they check. 
Vifage fair and full of grace, 
Mild and ftcrn, for in one place 
Sate Mercy meekly in his eye, 
And juftice in his looks hard bye : 
His robes of biffe* were crimfon hue, 
Bordered round with twines of blue : 
In Tyre no richer filk fold, 
Over-braided all with gold ; 
Collly fct with precious Hone, 
Such before I ne'er faw none : 
A malTy crown upon his head, 
Chcquer'd through with rubies red ; 
Orient pearl and bright topacct 
Did burnifh out each valiant place : 
Thus this Prince that feemt^d fagc 
Did go in royal equipage. 

(7^/V.,p. 275.) 



fine silk. 



+ tofaz. 



o 2 



148 Green Pastures. 



POTJTOES. 

[Llcentloufnefs works waftcfully] . . . 
the apothecaries would have furphaling 
water and potato roots lie dead on their 
hands. ('Difputation between a Hee and 
Shee Conny-Catcher [1592], x., 234.) 
[Surphaling, i.e.^ a colmetic wafh. It 
is odd to find potatoes in apothecaries' 
Ihops. They were then held to be 
provocatives. They had not long been 
introduced into England. — G.] 

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TIME. 

In time we fee the filver drops 
The craggy ftones make foft ; 

The floweft fnail in time we fee 
Doth creep and climb aloft. 

With feeble puffs the talleft pine 

In trad of time doth fall ; 
The hardcft heart in time doth yield 

To Venus' luring call. 

Where chilling froft alate did nip 

There flafheth now a fire ; 
Where deep difdain bred noifome hate, 

There kindleth now defire. 



The 'Tongue, 



Time caufcth hope to have his hap 
What care in time not cafcd ? 

In time I loathed that now I love ; 
In both content and plcafed. 
('Arbafto' [1584], iii., p. 248.) 



THE TONGUE. 

It feemeth (faith Bias) that Nature 
by fortifying the tongue would teach 
how precious and neccflary a virtue 
filence is ; for fhe hath placed before 
it the bulwark of the teeth, that if it 
will not obey reafon, which being within 
ought to fervc inftcad of a bridle to ftay 
it from preventing the thoughts, we 
might rcftrain and challife fuch impu- 
dent babbling by biting. And, therefore, 
faith he, we have two eyes and two ears, 
that thereby we may learn to hear and 
fee much more than is fpoken. 

('Penelope's Web,' v., p. 221.) 



150 



Green Pastures. 



Inve5live on Contemporaries. 

I am not ignorant how eloquent 
our gowned age is grown of late ; fo 
that every mechanical mate abhors the 
Englifli he was born to, and plucks with 
a folemn pcriphrafis his tit z'ales from 
the inkhorn ; which I impute not h 
much to the perfeftion of arts as to 
the fervile imitation of vainglorious 
tragedians, who contend not fo ferioufly 
to excel in aftion as to embowel the 
clouds in a fpeech of comparifon ; 
thinking themfelves more than initiated 
in poets' immortality if they but once 
get Boreas by the beard and the heavenly 
Bull by the dew-lap. But herein I 
cannot fo fully bequeath them to folly 
as their idiot art-mafters, that intrude 
themfelves to our ears as the alchymifts of 
eloquence : who (mounted on the flage 
of arrogance) think to outbrave better 
pens with the fwelling bombaft of a 
bragging blank verfe. Indeed, it may 
be the ingrafted overflow of fome kil- 
coW^ conceit, that overcloyeth their 
imagination with a more than drunken 
refolution, being not extemporal in the 

* =a butcher — query a disguised gird at 
Shakespeare the wool-stapler's son ? — G. 



The Tongue. 



invention of any other means to vent 
tlicir manhood, commits the digcllion 
of their choleric encumbrances to the 
fpacious volubility of a drumming dc- 
cafillabon. 'Mongfl this kind of men 
that repofc eternity in the mouth of a 
player, I can but cngrofs fome deep- 
read grammarians, who having no more 
learning in their fkull than will ferve to 
take up a commodity, nor art in their 
brain, than was nouriflicd in a ferving- 
man's idlenefs, will take upon them to 
be the ironical ccnfors of all, when God 
and Poetry doth know, they are the 
fimpleft of all. To leave thefe to the 
mercy of their mother-tongue, that feed 
on nought but the crumbs that fall from 
the tranflator's trencher, I come (fweet 
friend) to thy Arcadian * Menaphon.' 
. . . (Nafhe's Epiille to the Gentlemen 
Students of both Univcrfitics . . . pre- 
fixed to 'Menaphon' [1589], vi., pp. 
9, 10.) [This is given to fliow Naflic's 
fellow-feeling with Greene. — G.] 



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152 Green Pastures, 



TRAVELS. 

In my opinion the fitteft kind of life 
for a young gentleman to take (who as 
yet hath not fubdued the youthful con- 
ceits of fancy nor m.ade a conqueft of 
his will by wit) is to fpend his time in 
travel ; wherein he fhall find both 
pleafure and profit : yea, and buy that 
by experience which otherwife with all 
the treafure in the world he cannot 
purchafe. For what changeth vanity 
to virtue, ftaylefs wit to ftayed wifdom, 
fond fantafies to firm affeftions, but 
travel ? What reprefleth the rage of 
youth and redreffeth the witlefs fury of 
wanton years, but travel ? What turneth 
a fecure life to a careful living ? What 
maketh the foolilh wife ? yea, what in- 
creafeth wit and augmenteth fkill, but 
travel? in fo much that the fame Ulyfies 
won was not by the ten years he lay at 
Troy, but by the time he fpent in travel. 

('Card of Fancy' [1587], iv., p. 19.) 



Usury. 



USURK 

Enter the Vfurer folus zv'ith a h niter in 
one hand, a dagger in tie other. 

Groaning in confcicncc, burdened with 

my crimes. 
The hell of forrow haunts me up and 

down ; 
Tread where I lift, methinks the bleed- 
ing ghofts 
Of thofe whom my corruption brought 

to nought, 
Do fcrve for ftumbling-blocks before 

my ftcps ; 
The fatherlefs and widow wronged by 

me, 
The poor opprefTcd by my ufury ; 
Methinks I fee their hands rcar'd up to 

heaven. 
To cry for vengeance of my covetoufncfs. 
Whercfo I walk, all figh and (hun my 

way ; 
Thus I am made a monfter of the world ; 
Hell gapes for mc, heaven will not hold 

my foul. 
You mountains, fhroud me from the 

God of truth ; 
Methinks I fee Him fit to judge the | 

earth ; 



154 



Green Pastures. 



See how He blots me out of the book of 

life: 
Oh burden more than ^tna, that I 

bear. 
Cover me, hills, and fhroud me from the 

Lord ; 
Swallow me, Lycus, fhield me from the 

Lord. 
In life no peace ; each murmuring that 

I hear 
Methinks the fentence of damnation 

founds, 
'Die, reprobate, and hie thee hence to 

hell' 
(* A Looking-glafs for London and 

England' [i 594], xiv., pp. 97,98.) 



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VENGEANCE IMPLORED. 

Prince <Jgay his eyes put out and hands 
cut off by Acomat. 

. . . Oh Thou fupreme Architect of all, 
Firft Mover of thofe tenfold cryftal orbs. 
Where all thofe moving and unmoving 
eyes 



Vengeance Implored, i^^ 



Behold Thy goodncfs cvcrlaftingly ; 
See, unto Thee I lift thefc bloody arms : 
For hands I have not for to lift to Thee ; 
And in Thy jufticcdart thy fmould'ring 

flame 
Upon the head of ciirfcd Acomat. 
Oh cruel heavens and injurious fates ! 
Even the laft refuge of a wretched man 
Is took from me ; for how can Aga 

weep ? 
Or run a brinifli fliower of pearled tears, 
Wanting the watery ciftcrns of his eyes? 
Come, lead me back again to Bajazet, 
The wofullcft and faddcll ambaflador 
That ever was defpatched to any king. 
('Sclimus,' xiv., p. 247.) 



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FENUS AND J DON IS. 

In Cyprus fat fair Venus by a fount, 

Wanton Adonis toying on her knee ; 
She kiflcd the wag, her darling of 
account ; 
The boy 'gan blufli ; which when his 
lover fee. 



156 Green Pastures. 



She fmiled, and told him love might 

challenge debt, 
And he was young, and might be wanton 

yet. 

The boy waxed bold, fired by fond defire, 
That woo he could and court her 

with conceit : 
Reafon fpied this, and fought to quench 

the fire 
With cold difdain ; but wily Adon 

ftraight 
Cheered up the flame, and faid : * Good 

fir, what let ?* 
I am but young, and may be wanton 

yet.' 

Reafon replied, that beauty was a bane 
To fuch as feed their fancy with fond 

love ; 
That when fweet youth with lull is 

overta'en, 
It rues in age ; this could not Adon 

move, 
For Venus taught him flill this reft to 

set,t 
That he was young, and might be 

wanton yet. 

* hindrance. 

f a term used in the game of primerc— G. 



Venus and Adonis. 



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Where Venus ftrikcs with beauty to the 
quick, 
It little 'vails fagc Rcufon to reply ; 
Few are the cures for fuch as arc lovc- 
fick, 
But love : then, though 1 wanton it 
awry, 
And play the wag, from Adon this I 

get,— 
I am but young, and may be wanton yet. 
{' Perimedes the Blackfmith ' [1588], 
vii., pp. 88, 89.) 



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JDONIS REPROl'ED. 

The firen Venus nouriccd* in hci lap, 
Fair Adon, fwearing whiles he was a 

youth 
He might be wanton ; note his aftcr- 

hap, 
The guerdon that fuch lawlcfs luft 

cnfu'th ; 
So long he followed flattering Venus' 

lore, 
Till, filly lad, he pcriflicd by a boar.t 



* mined. 



t the classical niyili. 



158 Green Pastures. 



Mars in his youth did court this lufty 

dame ; 
He won her love ; what might his 

fancy let ?* 
He was but young ; at laft unto his 

fhame 
Vulcan entrapped them flyly in a net ; 
And called the gods to witnefs as a truth 
A lecher's fault was not excufed by 

youth. 

If crooked age accounteth youth his 
Spring, 
The Spring, the faireft feafon of the 
year; 
Enriched with flowers, and fweets, and 
many a thing 
That fair and gorgeous to the eyes 
appear ; 
It fits that youth, the Spring of man, 

fliould be 
'Riched with fuch flowers as virtue 
yieldeth thee. 

{I bid. J vii., pp. 89, 90.) 



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hinder. 



Venus Victrix. 



VENUS riCTRIX. 

Mars in a fury 'gain ft Love's brightcfl 

Queen, 
Put on his helm, and took to him his 

lance ; 
On Erycinus Mount* was Mavors fccn, 
And there his enfigns did the god 

advance ; 
And by heaven's greatcft gates he ftouily 

fwore, 
Venus fhould die, for fhc had wronged 

him fore. 

Cupid heard this, and he began to cry, 
And wifhed his mother's abfence for 

awhile : 
* Peace, fool,' quoth Venus ; ' Is it I 

muft die ? 
Muft it be. Mars ?' With that fhe 

coined a fmile ; 
She trimmed her treflcs, and did curl 

her hair. 
And made her face with beauty pafTmg 

fair. 

* The mountain from which Venus received 
the name of Erycina was Eryx. liut Greene 
and his contemporaries spelled Erycinus. — G. 



P 2 



i6o Green Pastures. 



A fan of filver feathers in her hand, 

And in a coach of ebony fhe went : 
She pafled the place where furious Mars 

did ftand, 
And out her looks a lovely fmile fhe 

fent ; 
Then from her brows leaped out fo 

fharp a frown, 
That Mars for fear threw all his armour 

down. 

He vowed repentance for his rafh mif- 
deed, 
Blaming his choler that had caufed 
his v/oe : 
Venus grew gracious, and with him 
agreed, 
But charged him not to threaten 
beauty fo ; 
For women's looks are fuch enchanting 

charms 
As can fubdue the greateft god in 
arms. 
(' Ciceronis Amor' [1589], vii., pp. 
133, I34-) 



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Woman. 



irOMJN. 

Diicourtcous women, Nature's laircll ill, 
The woe of man, that lirll: created curfc, 
Bale female iex, Iprung from black Atcs' 

loins, 
Proud and difdainful, cruel and unjiill ; 
Whofc words arc fhaded with enchant- 
ing wiles 
Worfe than Mcdufa, mateth* all our 

minds : 
And in their heart fits fliamelcfs treachery, 
Turning a truthlcfs, vile circumference. 
O, could my fury paint their furies 

forth ! 
For hell's no hell, compared to their 

hearts ; 
Too fimple devils to conceal their arts ; 
• Born to be plagues unto the thoughts 

of men ; 
Brought for eternal pellilence to the 

world. 
('Orlando Furiofo,' xiii., pp. 149, 150.) 



confounds. 



1 62 Green Pastures. 



Woman — compared to a Rofe. 

Marry, ... I can aptly compare a 
woman to a Rofe : for as we cannot 
enjoy the fragrant fmell of the one 
without fharp prickles, fo we cannot 
pofTefs the virtues of the other without 
fhrewifli conditions ; and yet neither 
the one nor the other can well be 
forborne, for they are neceflary evils. 
(' Morando ' [1587], iii., p. loi.) 



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Compartfons Defcr'iptive of a Fair Woman 
{Sephepa), 

All this while Menaphon fate amongft 
the fhrubs, fixing his eyes on the glorious 
obje6l of her face : he noted her trefles, 
which he compared to the coloured 
hyacinth of Arcadia ; her brows to the 
mountain fnows that lie on the hills ; 
her eyes to the gray glifter of Titan's 
gorgeous mantle ; her alabafter neck to 
the whitenefs of his flocks ; her teeth 
to pearl ; her face to borders of lilies 
interfeamed with rofes : to be brief, our 



Woman. 



Ihcphcrd Mcnaphon, that heretofore 
was an athciil to love, and as the 
ThcfTalian of Bacchus, fo he, a con- 
temner of Venus, was now by the wily 
fhaft of Cupid fo entangled in the per- 
fedlion and beauteous excellence of 
Sepheftia, as now he fworc no benign 
planet but Venus, no god but Cupid, 
nor exquifite deity but Love, (* Mena- 
phon'[i589], vi., p. 49.) 

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t/fn only Daughter. 

One only daughter of fuch excellent 
exquifite perfeftion as Nature in her 
feemed to wonder at her own works. 
Her hair was like the fhine of Apollo, 
when, fhaking his glorious trelTes, he 
makes the world beauteous with his 
brightncfs. The ivory of her face over- 
daflied with a vermilion dye, feemed like 
the blufli that leapt from Endymion's 
cheeks when Cynthia courts him on the 
hills of Latmos. ('Ciceronis Amor' 
[1589], vii., pp. 105, 106.) 

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163 



164 Green Pastures. 



THE TEOMANJNDPEASJNTRT 
OF OLD ENGLAND* 

Enter the Jujlice^ a towjifman [of IVake- 
Jield'^, George a Greene^and Sir Nicholas 
Mannering with his cotnmijfton. 

Juftice. Mafler Mannering, ftand afide 
whilft we confer 
What is beft to do. Townfmen of 

Wakefield, 
The Earl of Kendal here hath fent for 

viftuals, 
And in aiding him we (how ourfelves 

no lefs 
Than traitors to the king : therefore 
Let me hear, townfmen, what is your 
confcnts. 
Firji townfman. Even as you plcafe, 

we are all content. 
Jujlice. Then, Mafter Mannering, we 

are refolved. 
Man. As how ? 
Jujlice. Marry, Sir, thus. — 
We will fend the Earl of Kendal no 
viduals, 

* Greene's portrayal of country life and 
siding with the commonalty is extremely 
noticeable. See Life prefixed to his Works, 
as before. — G. 



The l^coman and Tcasantr\\ etc. 



Bccaufc he is a traitor to the king ; 
And in aiding him we'd fliow ourfelvcs 

no Icfs. 
Mar.. Why, men of Wakefield, arc 

you waxen mad, 
That prefcnt danger cannot whet your 

wits, 
Wifely to make provifion of yrurfclves? 
The Earl is thirty thoufand men, ftrong 

in power, 
And what town fo ever him refill 
He lays it flat and level with the ground: 
Ye filly men, you feek your own decay: 
Therefore fend my lord fuch provifion 

as he wants, 
So he will fpare your town 
And come no nearer Wakefield than he is. 
Jujiice. Marter Mannering, you have 

your anfwer, 
You may be gone. 

Ma?i. Well, Woodrcffe, for fo I guefs 

is thy name, 
I'll make thee curfe thy overthwart 

denial ; 
And all that fit upon the bench this day 
Shall rue the hour they have withftood 
My Lord's commifiion. 

Jujlice. Do thy worll, we fear thee 

not. 



i66 



Green Pastures. 



Man. See you thefe fcals ? Before 

you pafs the town 
I will have all things my lord doth 

want, 
In fpite of you. 

George a Greene. Proud dapper Jack, 

vail bonnet to the bench 
That reprefents the perfon of the king ; 
Or, firrha, I'll lay thy head before thy 

feet. 
Man. Why, who art thou ? 
George. Why, I am George a Greene, 
True liegeman to my king ; 
Who fcorns that men of fuch efteem as 

thefe, 
Should brook the braves of any traitorous 

fquire : 
You of the bench, and you, my fellow 

friends. 
Neighbours, are fubjedls all unto the 

king; 
We are Englifh born, and therefore 

Edward's friends, 
Vowed unto him even in our mother's 

womb ; 
Our minds to God, our hearts unto our 

king, 
Our wealth, our homage, and our car- 
cafes, 



The Yeoman and Peasantry^ etc. 



Be all King Edward's : then, firrha, we 
have 
I Nothing left for traitors but our Avords, 
I Whetted to bathe them in your bloods, 
and die 
'Gainft you, before we fend you any 
victuals. 
Jujiice. Well fpoken, George a 

Greene. 
Firfi town/man. Pray let George a 

Greene fpeak for us. 
George. Sirrha, you get no viduals 
here, 
Not if a hoof of beef would fave your 
lives. ♦ 

Man. Fellow, I ftand amaz'd at thy 
prefumption : 
Why, what art thou that dareft gainfay 

my lord, 
Knowing his mighty puifTance and his 

ftroke ? 
Why, my friend, I come not barely of 

myfelf ; 
For fee, I have a large commiffion. 
George. Let me fee it, firrha. 

\_Takes the commijjton. 
Whofe fcals be thefe ? 

Man. This is the Earl of Kendal's 
feal at arms ; 



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Green Pastures. 



This Lord Charncl Bonfield's ; 
And this Sir Gilbert Armllrong's. 

George. I tell thee, firrha, did good 
King Edward's Ton 
Seal a commifTion 'gainll: the King hi? 

father, 
Thus would I tear it in defpitc of him. 
\^He tears the commijjion. 
Being traitor to my fovereign. 

Ma?i. What ? Haft thou torn my 
lord's commiffion ? 
Thou flialt rue it, and fo fhall all Wake- 
field. 
George. What, are you in choler ? I 
will give you pills 
To cool your ftomach. Seeft thou thefe 

feals ? 
Now by my father's foul, 
Which was a yeoman when he was alive ; 
Eat them, or eat my dagger's point, 
proud fquire. 
Man. But thou doft but jeft, I hope. 
George. Sure that fhall you fee before 

we two part. 
Man. Well, an' there be no remedy, 
fo, George. 

\ Swallows one of the feals. 
One is gone : I pray thee no more 
now. 



^he Teoman and Peasantry^ etc. 

George. O, Sir, 
If one be good, the others cannot 

hurt ; 
So, Sir. 

\Mannering fwallows the other two feals. 
Now you may go and tell the Earl of 

Kendal, 
Although I have rent his large com- 

miffion, 
Yet of courtefy I have fent all his feals 
Back again by you. 

Man. Well, Sir, I will do your errand. 

[Exit. 
George. Now let him tell his lord, 
that he hath fpoke 
With George a Greene, 
Hight Pinner of merry Wakefield town; 
That hath phyfic for a fool. 
Pills for a traitor, that doth wrong his 

fovereign : 
Are you content with this that I have 
done ? 
Jujiice. Ay, content, George : 
For highly hall thou honoured Wakefield 

town. 
In cutting of proud Manncring fo 

Ihort. 
Come, thou flialt be my welcome gueft 
to-day ; 



170 Green Pastures. 



For well thou haft deferved reward and 
favour. [Exeunt omnes* 

('The Pinner of Wakefield' [1599], 
xiv., pp. 124-129.) 



YOUTH DEGENERATE. 

Youth, which in the golden age de- 
lighted to try their virtues in hard 
armours, take their only content in 
delicate and effeminate amours. ('Plane- 
tomachia'[i585], v., p. 39.) 

WOMAN'S EYES. 

A Queflion. 

On women Nature did beftow two eyes, 

Like heaven's bright lamps in match-. 

lefs beauty Ihining ; 

Whofe beams do fooneft captivate the 

wife 

And wary heads made rare by Art's 

refining. 
But why did Nature in her choice 
combining 



Woman s Eyes. 



Plant two fair eyes within a beauteous 

face ? 
That they might favour two with equal 

grace. 
Venus did foothe up Vulcan with one eye, 
With th' other granted Mars his 
wifhcd glee ; 
If flie did fo who Hymen did defy, 
Think love no fm but grant an eye 

to me ; 
In vain elfe Nature gave two liars to 
thee : 
If then two eyes may well two friends 

maintain. 
Allow of two, and prove not Nature 
vain. 
('Philomela' [1592], xi., p. 142. 

Anfzver, 

Nature forefeeing how men would de- 
vife 
More wiles^than Proteus, women to 
entice, 
Granted them two, and thofe bright 
fhining"eyes. 
To pierce into men's faults if they 

were wife ; 
For they with fhow of virtue made 
their vice : 

_ — -^ 



172 Green Pastures. 



Therefore to women's eyes belong thefe 

gifts, 
The one mull love, the other fee men's 

fliifts. 
Both thefe await upon one fimple heart, 
And what they choofe, it hides up 
without change. 
The emerald will not with his portrait 
part. 
Nor will a woman's thoughts delight 

to range ; 
They hold it bad to have fo bad 
exchange. 
One heart, one friend, though that two 

eyes do choofe him 
No more but one, and heart v/ill never 
lofe him. 

(Ibid., p. 149.) 



THE DEAD WIFE SOON 
FORGOTTEN. 

Lambert, Why, Serlfby, is thy wife fo 
lately dead ? 
Are all thy loves fo lightly paiTed over. 
As thou canft wed before the year be 
out? 



The Bead Wife Soon Forgotten, 



173 



Scrljhy. I live not, Lambert, to con- 
tent the dead, 
Xor was I wedded but for life to her ; 
The grave ends and begins a married 
flate. 

('Friar Bacon,' xiii., p. 70.) 



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